Dearest,

Isn't it funny? I don't want to kiss you, to flirt, to go to romantic dinners.

No, I just want to have our philosophical talks, to share our insecurities.

But that is friendship, is it not? Who thinks constantly about friends? Who blushes when they get near? Who would be completely with marrying them, and even raising kids together?

I love you, in whatever messed up way this is.

I miss you.

I'm sorry.

Love,

Somebody