Dear Nichol, I've written you a lot of literature for the past four years. I've gone through the past so many times. From the way I fell for you, to the heartache you've caused me. My love for you is beautiful, painful and everything else in between. I have loved you, hated you and loved you again. Love, hate, love, hate, love. See? My feelings were never consistent, but whenever I hate you, I turn back to loving you once more. I just wonder how I affect you. If I ever had an impact on you. Even a tiny bit. Do you like me? Well, I shouldn't really push.