The last time you were here you told me you knew. You told me you knew that I had "feelings, or past feelings" and that you "had multiple sources." However, you never mentioned that they weren't mutual, never told me that you didn't want to ruin our relationship blah blah blah. You never rejected them, you welcomed them. Encouraged them when you put your fingers to my pulse to check how fast my heart was beating with your touch. You laughed when I said there were no poems about you, you were convinced otherwise. And then the next day when I sent the "only one that existed" you responded with "Woah! So it is a thing! Awh!" You also apologized for "bringing up the past in that way," and mentioned that it "was wack." I apologized if my feelings made you uncomfortable in any way and you said "it is what it is." It is what it is? What is? What the hell does that mean? Why say that? Why why why? I love you a lot, but please, tell me soon. What we have doesn't not mean something, right? What we have is bigger than everyone's disapproval, right? I miss you.