Dear Stranger

I am writing to you to receive answers, i am confused and scared. I don't know what to do, and people say you have the answers, is this true? I wake in the middle of the night in a hot wet sweat the questions circling my mind. Does he love me? Is he playing games again? You know, he doesn't talk to me anymore, am i not good enough for him? That must be right, I'm just not that pretty or smart enough. Oh, but his smile. It makes me feel i can do anything, like I'm on top of the world, INVINSIBLE! His voice makes me feel strong again. His touch makes my skin feel like electricity, is this love? or is this my imagination?

I saw him today. He smiled at me and spoke to me. My heart jumped a mile out of my chest, i felt alive and so completely whole. His words still ring in my mind. My head feels light thinking about the way he touched me to get my attention. My mouth feels dry when i think about the way he looks at me, the way he winks at me. Is this love? or is this my imagination?

He kissed her today, just one small peck on the lips. It sent me angry, so angry i saw red and green mixed together. the way she touched him made me feel sick. I saw the way he held her hand as he walked from lesson to lesson. My stomach clenches to think about the way he says her name, with such passion that Shakespeare would be jealous. Yet, did he not feel the heat that passed between us when he touched my face as he brushed a strand away from my eyes? Is this love? or is this my imagination?

Yours Faithfully

Confused...