i love the thoughts I have of you, not becuase they are somehow dreamy or romantic – but becuase they/you give me something to aim at, direct – my emotions, my frustrations , my anythings – from all the everything that we did, they now populate my mind not with te things that were, but now new things that I now feel about them – although they weren”t that initially but they are now my new playground for interpretation – perhaps my battleground or my temple – of which I cannot decide becase you and your thoughts are so vague to me in what they reallt actually ment when they were what they meant, so now I reinterpret them anyway I want to, depending on how I feel, and I borrow our thoughts to describe them – they were mine too, so I should be able to do what I please with them so, I will.