I love you. I know I can't ever tell you.. not again. And I can't ever tell anyone. I love Dina. I'm with Dina. And I'm happy with Dina. But I love you.

I can't stand hiding this. Last time you seemed fine at the prospect of me having feelings for you. I just couldn't accept them fully.

You know, maybe I'm "bi" or whatever. I don't know. All I know is I love you. I always will. I have for the last year and a half. I've lied to you, my family, Dina and myself.

I am in love with Dina and I do want to spend the rest of my life with her. I just also will always love you.

I can't tell anyone. But I love you.

I know I could tell you.. just I won't. It'll just make things worse.

Imagine. I tell you I love you. Only you. What do I do? What do we do? Do I break up with Dina, the girl of my dreams... for the guy of my dreams, even though we would never be?

It's stupid. It really is.

Sincerely,

Tom.