I don’t know why it’s always so difficult to tell you what’s really going on, but I do love you. Our relationship has felt, from day one, like one long guessing game. I guess I used to find that kind of thrilling, the give and the pull away, never knowing and never daring to show what’s underneath. You met me at a time when seeming enigmatic and together and sophisticated felt very important– much more important than honesty. And even though I’ve lost all of that, it lingers in the way we communicate.
I hope that we can move past that, but if we can’t, it suffices for me to be close to you and to know that you care. You’re so bright and charming and lovely. I’m just glad we can be friends.