Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.

We are more alike than I thought possible. More than anything that scares me. I know what it's like in my mind and it's a terrible thought to think that someone else could think the way I do, at least similarly. Understanding I have come to learn is more frightening than not understanding at all. My only hope is that I can make you as happy as you've made me. Already, I'm far more gone than you know. Though, I think you may understand in some warped way. I am having a hard time understanding what exactly is happening. I'm trying to just go with it, but that doesn't seem to be working. Persistent is my forte, and I hope that it actually works this time. Hope, another dirty four letter word I had forgotten existed.