I frequently imagine you coming back to me. Sometimes I really consciously think about it, hope for it, allow myself to desire it. Those times it comes true in my mind, I find myself looking into your eyes, tears in mine, asking you - can you love me like you used to? Can you let go of the past and the things that would make you hold back, be wary? Can you give all of yourself? I think being with you, with half the love we had, might be worse than not being with you at all. Maybe.