You never failed to comfort me when I was sad. Shame to say, but sometimes I pretend to be sad so that you’ll talk to me. Then I became happy, because you were there for me. I didn’t become sad anymore, but then you also stopped comforting me because you already took my sadness away. We talked once in a while but they were short and shallow conversations, and then we didn’t talk that often anymore. I still try to keep in touch but sometimes I hold back, now I’m regretting that because now we have a large gap between us. It has almost been a year and I have been wanting to tell you how I feel, but that might push you further. Come to think of it, I have nothing to lose because it seems I already lost you, without even having you. Since I don’t know the answer to my question, I’m still hoping that you want me too.