Dear Tim,

Right now I'm actually waiting for you to get off work so that we can hopefully hang out. And I'm probably making a really bad decison. For some reason, I really just want to give you the benefit of the doubt...and maybe even another chance, if you wanted it. Really, though, I still am not really convinced that you were telling me the truth at Sean's party...it just doesn't seem logical....why would I get upset with you for wanting to move? Don't you think I'd rather hear that then get ditched for three weeks straight? You told me you liked me, and that you wanted to take things slow...and that meant a lot to me. It's something I've never heard anyone say to me before and it's what made me feel like I could trust you so easily. Simply put, I was comfortable with you. I'm hoping that our friendship will work out...and I'm hoping that now that we're just friends, you won't randomly bail on me because now you have no excuse...or not the one you were using before. When we started hanging out I thought you were so nice, and actually a genuine guy...and, for some reason, I still do think that. Even though most of my friends just want to write you off as an asshole, I'm just not convinced. I really believe that you're just a dumbass...which, of course, doesn't sound so great but...it's better than being an asshole. I do think you have a good heart, and just figure you're dumb when it comes to handling certain situations. I don't know why I still want to hang out with you...but I do. And I hope you actually call me tonight.