Icy Cold Knot

I had an amazingly vivid dream of you last night. Every touch, every word. Felt Real.

In fact, just 2 hours ago, I woke up with the warmest feeling of the greatest love, but at the same time, the same icy cold knot you've spoken of in my own stomach.

I won't push, because I respect you too much for it. I'm sorry, for causing you the pain and I hope in time you'll let go of it.

No words can explain the exquisite mixed feelings I have at this point of time. The extreme love and hate I feel. The simple need to do more then I could ever achieve, with the idea of the possibility of what lies in the end.

I wish you well, just as you've wished me.

You just don't need the luck as much as I do, cos you're naturally born with it.