It is really hard to begin to describe the way I feel about you. I have told you for over a year now, and we are still not together. You tell me that you don't feel the same way. No, let me take that back, you tell everyone else you don't feel the same way (you don't love me). If you are afraid of hurting me, then not saying anything to me face-to-face hurts me more than anything. No matter what, I can't seem to stop thinking about you or believing we were meant to be together. I guess that's how love goes. You must struggle at the beginning to find true happiness in the end.
Maybe I've tried too hard or have gone the wrong way. I don't know why we aren't together, but I do know my feelings are real. There certainly isn't real communication between us. I definitely am not myself around you, so you really haven't gotten to know the real me.
If only we could start over and forget that I have feelings for you, we could get to know each other better. So, am I a hopeless romantic? Then you are a man of pain and anger. I guess I believe there is a prince inside every man, including the beast. No matter what, you will never make me feel sorry for loving you. I don't know if I have made any sense at all, but I'll end this letter now. I have waited a year now to go out with you, but I'll wait forever to be with you.