I love you even if you think I am silly. I won’t tell you this because you will think I want reciprocation. Even though the situation is messed up, it still bothers me a little bit that you seem not to care at all. Sometimes I wish you would bag the stoic behavior and tell me what you really think. Despite my suspicion that it wouldn’t matter to you if you ever saw me again or not, I love you still. Shitty.