I hate our shallow, emotionless, and utterly dispassionate relationship. It's been over five months and I've still only gone on one date with you! I'm tired of how you never want to talk to me, or when you do, it's just some sarcastic remark that makes me feel even worse. All I ever wanted was to get closer to you; to know you, but I suppose that was too much to ask. The best thing I can say about you is that you distracted me from Maria, the girl I truly love and care about. She actually thinks I'm interesting and expresses that notion by listening to my hopes and my dreams as opposed to laughing at them, calling them silly and boring. Despite your neglect, I managed to surge out of my depression spiral, becoming a whole new man with fresh optimism as pure and clean as new fallen snow. But at what cost? The reality I created for myself shielded me from my depression, enveloping me in sheer, ignorant bliss. I realize now how fake it all was, how wrong it felt at times, and in that you are blameless. I chose to go out with the first girl who was willing to admit that she liked me; I decided to ignore my true love for Maria with the false pretence of "moving on". Caitlin, I'm sorry.
Maria, even though you've been with Dylan for well over a year now, I still can't shake my love for you. Not a day goes by that I don't think about what might have been. If I had only asked you out sooner, if I had only swallowed my pride and took a risk, maybe things might have been different... maybe. But then, if I had gone out with you and all my dreams were made true, what then? Perhaps Dylan has saved me from some grave unforeseen error. Maybe if I had gone out with you, you would have dumped me and our beautiful friendship would never have seen the light of day. I can only hope I'm better off from not taking that risk so many months ago. One day, Maria, we'll find each other. I can't speak of when, where and how, but I just know, in my heart of hearts, that we're meant to be together.