Hi this leter is to you. Wish you could read it but I am afraid of your reaction. I am afraid I would find out i’m not worth it like I want to be. Everyone who knows me knows how picky I am about the guys i will risk it for. But for some reason you caught my eye and i though i caught yours. I hate to think that that night was just your attempt to get an easy lay. I understand how complicated matters are. I didn’t take the plungde and let my self feel that night because of my assumed friend. She was in love with you but what kills me is she didn’t know you like I do. I clicked with you. We talked for hours about everything, challenged each other intellectualy (and I want that oh so bad in a guy some one with a deeper connection who still makes me a giddy school girl) but I understand there are complications like your girlfriend or ex or whatever she is. you guys are off and on like a light bulb with a short. I think you want to see others like you told me but still want her, I mean seven years is a long time I get that. So i want to be over you I can’t have you all to me and its torture. The thing that gets me though is that just when I’m about done being hopeless over you you appear like magic and thrust a gallon of gasoline on the spark and ignite that hopeless flame. so I’m trying it takes time I know I just wish I could tell you how I felt.