This will be the last letter I write to you. In the letter before this I said I didn’t know what to think about you anymore. I’m not naive enough to think that I do know now, but now I can handle not knowing. I am happy to just be your friend. You always tell me that I’m a good friend, and I guess that I’ll be content to just be your good friend, that person you can always count on. You don’t realize how good of a friend you are to me, and I wish you would. You get so sad sometimes because you don’t think you’re a very good friend. Why can’t you see how much your hugs save me when I am having a bad day? Why can’t you see the smile I get when you randomly send me a text saying ” :p ” I wish you could see that you are a great person, and I am happy that you’re my friend.