I've been thinking about writing this for a week or two, and whatever day it is now, i've finally decided I'm ready to send it. I still don't know when I'll send it to you. I've thought about you every single day since October of Freshman Year, be it in my house, while running a scenic, or in a canoe in Minnesota. I doubt it's you actually reading this now, but I hope to God it is. Especially now, you seem more troubled than before. I've gotten mixed messages from you. I'm pretty sure you know how I feel about you, although maybe not to the full extent that I do, and you haven't said anything about it, positive or negative. We've been great friends so far, and I wish we could be more together, but I respect you and your opinion, and want you to be happy above all else. I don't want to make you feel pressured or uncomfortable, and I don't want to screw up the friendship we do have together. Does it make me insane or sane to have not told you that I love you?