texts: gale → dean
TEXTS TO DEAN GREEN:
» I hate that I love you.
» I hate that sometimes I look at you and I feel like I can't breathe.
» I've loved people, you know, and I don't have anything against loving people, but this is different.
» I've loved what people can give me, whether it's time or company or sex or money, but I've always felt like I could leave - even if I didn't WANT to. Knew that I had to.
» Now, I can't leave.
» I could, if I wanted, and I keep coming back.