My thoughts about you change by the hour, but they always come back to love. The emails you sent me while you were at college were in wildly different tones, and I am guessing that your feelings regarding me change a lot as well. I wanted to send you packages, cards, and flowers, but I didn't think they would be appreciated. I only emailed you when the need to communicate became too strong.
You probably don't want me as a boyfriend, and that hurts. Still, I would like to be your friend. Is there any room in your life for me? I miss spending time with you. I can't change our past, but I am willing to do almost anything for you in the present and future. Please call me.
