+I thought about crying, but I know you find pleasure in these tears. If you could have it your way, I would cry your name onto my pillow everynight. You know the right things to say in just the wrong way. And every whisper is another scream I can’t comprehend. It’s just another breath ina jar. You’re waiting to get out. At the end of your letters, I can feel the "I love you’s". Even if you really mean "never again". To my dearest, just one more thing: Am I still what you fell for in the beginning? Are you still falling?+