Its almost heartbreaking in a sincerely ideal way to have someone know that the world inside my head is so much more than they see. That when my expression changes its because I have not only observed what has gone on in front of me and what is being said but also whole scenes and thought processes.
God he kills me. it kills me. in the best possible, heartbreaking, head-over-heels love type of way... it kills me.
and it kills me because we cant have anything, and in this case... im not sure what we will have in the end. and meanwhile i love what we do have.