Dear Miss L,
This has been going on for quite some time. I'm terribly sorry if all I can do is write this letter and look at the other side, waiting for you to finish reading it. I am a very bad speaker, and I'm afraid that while I'm talking, it will take a long time because, knowing me, I frequently pause whenever I tell somebody one of my secrets or most treasured feelings. Forgive me; I don't have any intentions other than to express these feelings I have for you because they're driving me crazy, and I did this to let them out. I don't want us to change, but if we do, I want you to know that I understand. You have been a really great friend. I respect you and your man, and I don't want to interrupt that in any way. What I'm doing is only for the sake of letting you know what I truly feel. I don't expect anything and if you ask me to move away I would do so. All I'm asking is that I hope you understand that all of what I told you in this letter is purely because I'm suffering from it and that it has no bad intentions whatsoever. Thank you for your time, and thank you for everything.
Your Friend,
Lancelot
