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.