Letters of Love - Unsent(?)

Dear,
Hi
My dearest?

Kar,

I don’t know how to say this, I haven’t been able to say it to you in person and I don’t know if I ever will. I don’t know if I’ll ever even be able to send this to you, probably not I know you do not think highly of me. Honestly you seem to quite dislike me, going out of your way to declare your intent to one up me in every way. And I find I don’t even really care. No, that’s not quite true… I enjoy it, the gleam in your eye as you announce your challenge, the pure intent to follow through.

I should hate this. I think I would, if it were any but you. The only moth I’ve ever found myself falling madly in love with. There are no other words to use to describe this, I’ve gone quite mad to be not only feeling these things but acknowledging them? And acting on them? I must be going quite mad…

This is a bad idea. Is it? I shouldn’t have written this out, these feelings will not be returned and dwelling on them is helping no one. I’m. I’m going to go do something productive… I’m the head of the hive there must be something…

Yours truly, Tovi