I keep telling myself that I can't get excited about this. I can't let my hopes up. There is no reason to think that any part of my feelings would be reciprocated. Why do I still let my heart skip a beat when I read something that couldn't possibly have anything to do with me? I am the past that you learn from and are determined not to repeat. I am a mistake not to be made again. What part of this makes me think you would want anything to do with me without a pan-american barrier between us? Pathetic.