Dear YouDear YouYou who make my head spin. Not because I’m hopelessly in love, it’s because of all the questions. Why? No? Who? How? Is that necessary? Should I? You get the point. And all the feelings I’ve felt for you; desire, trust, love, jealousy and even hatred. I even want to listen to all of my hate songs we’ve talked so much about until my ears cry red tears.I remember all of our conversations, you know. I don’t remember because I have good memory. No, I remember them because I want to. I want to remember our first kiss and how it left me screaming in frustration under my blanket, my friends asking if I was