I read the other day that love is meant to be a gift. It's not meant to make people uncomfortable or sad or embarrassed or anything that's not happy. I love you. I am amazed by your talent and your heart and the person I've watched you become over the last five or 6 years. I don't know if that means I want to have a relationship with you; I honestly don't. Sometimes I think I want it more than anything. And sometimes I think that it would never work, because as much as I love you, we're two very different people, and we have different values and lifestyles. That doesn't mean I don't love you. I do, and as sad as the truth sounds, I'm grateful to be a part of your life, even if it's just on the periphery. I hear from you and it makes me smile. Even when it's ripping my heart in half, it makes me smile. I can honestly say that the thing I want most in the world for you is for you to be happy. However you get there, I want you to be happy. That should be a gift, right? I haven't ever told you how I feel because I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to think about how you're supposed to respond without hurting me, or how you're supposed to be diplomatic when you tell me that you don't love me. Loving you is one of the most unselfish things I've ever done. I don't do it for the expectation of reciprocation; I know that's never going to happen. I do it because you deserve it. You deserve so much.