I want you to know that I’ve appraised our love honestly, and I don’t see this working out. My left brain is keenly aware that I’m making a poor investment. I write to you so often, pouring out my feelings courageously despite the mockery of my peers, and my efforts seem to be wasted. You never write back, no matter how many times I email you at work or post about you here. I’ve exhausted every possibility and my belief now is that you aren’t worth my time.
Luckily for you, I’m handsome and daring and very foolish. I intend to waste the rest of my life pursuing your shadow and I know that I will suffer. Write back if you want, don’t if you don’t. I’ll be refreshing my inbox until the last breath leaves my withering lungs. From the moment you laid hands on me, I was doomed.
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