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Dear Reggie, I’m Waiting On You For a Sign
Why do we have to play these games of love?
Dear Reggie,
Sometimes it feels like no one wants me to be with you. I’ve written so many letters to you, and I wonder: just what has happened to us? When did things become so complicated?
I still think of your words. Little fragments keep coming back to me. You found me when I needed help the most. You talked me down from the ledge when other guys were driving me crazy. You listened without saying a word about your own problems. I never knew which way was up and which way was down.
I know you love someone else. I know I’m far from what you want or need. I know this is just another letter of unrequited love.
But still I want. Still I want and crave and pine.
I never knew what to say to you. I never knew how to spell out the proper words to you. I closed my eyes and thought it was fine, just sending you letters for a lifetime with nothing else meeting across the distance.
But you love the stars. You love people. You love being on your own. You love being on top of the world.
I fear I can’t join you there. I cry when I think how far apart we’ve always been. It’s as if you’ve been living on another planet entirely. It’s as if…
