People bore me and I love you.
I want to send you photos of my legs and things so much. It's really frustrating. It's so hard for me to stop, but it seems so easy for you.
What's that about.
I don't think I was wrong about you liking me. Hanging out last night was so great-- and the way you look at me is so tender. You always have fun with me.
I'm still 98% certain you still love me.