dear john,
you're still on my mind.
constantly.
we talk about it sometimes. the fact that i like you, i mean.
i know things can never happen between us and i am perfectly content with that, because i still have you as a close friend and that's all i could ever need.
i know you're not perfect, and i wouldn't trick myself into thinking you were. you're as stubborn as hell and you can get way too jealous and not let things go.
but that's okay. because i like that.
love, me.
