I could spit on a stranger.

First letter:

Dear ****,

I think you should know that as of now, I don’t want to see you face to face. I asked about your honest opinion, and you start inviting me to meet over and talk. You know what happens when we “meet” and “talk.” I always fall for you, over and over again. So, I guess, since you’ve been a real bitch to me: I have the right to do whatever I prefer. I made something for you, I know you know that; but I’m sorry, it doesn’t really mean anything right now. It meant something before, but right now it’s just a bunch of horseshit.
I do hope you understand. Oh, and please don’t act like you totally know me, and that you’re all happy and giddy to “meet and talk.” It’s like a scratched record.

-Shinji

Second Letter:

Dear ********,

I sure hope you know that I really like you. Here’s to hoping something happens although none of us is taking a step. Seriously, you’re cool. Not to mention cute and beautiful.

-Shinji