You are, you know.
Can't help it. David does the things I always wanted to do.
That's not exactly true. David does the things he wants in your mind.
Is that what the dreams are about?
So why does it make you sad?
I don't know…there's so much I could have done.
And you realize that when the end is upon you?
Yes. Youth is a waste on the young…and all I can do is write about it…and you made me cry.
How about a hug?
Some times you are such a bitch.
it's a gift.