I'm still surprised that you talk with me. I'm such a weirdo... How many times have I told you that I love you?

And you know what? Everytime I meant it. How can I love someone I've seen twice? I don't know, but look, it's working.

I mean, it's not a very long time and I'm still afraid that one day you could write me that you don't want to see me again. I think... I would understand that. Despite that, I hope you won't do it.

I hope this could turn into something real.