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Dear _________,

Forgive me for being a little bit frustrated. It might not even be your fault. Maybe it's mine, since I assumed and expected something will happen. That you would, at least, do something. I thought it was a start of something great but I guess, I was wrong.

And so, to purge myself from all these thoughts of you swirling around my head and these daydreams that seem to never end, I decided to write you this letter so that even if on a virtual level, I would've expressed how I felt about this (whatever this is) and more importantly, about you. Hoping this letter will make me realize and come to terms with the reality that you will never make your move. Or the reality that you might not even really like me.

I blame it all on being a bit sad - these baseless assumptions - owing to a recent falling out that I went through. My morale plummeted and when you paid me some attention it felt like the clouds started to lift somehow. But aside from the occasional hellos and the tight-lipped smiles, there were no follow throughs and I ended up confused. Maybe you don't like me enough? Or you were just being friendly all along? I have a lot of questions to ask you but I guess, I have to face the fact that I might not get any answers at all.

So to end these trivial musings, I write this letter. Whatever happens (or do not happen) next, I leave it all to fate. This matter has taken so much of my time - I cannot afford to dwell on this any longer. And as I close this letter, I promise, with a heavy heart, that I will go back to the time when your presence did not affect me as much as the next person.