-I want to delete that entire arrogant, previous post, but you read it already, so there’s no point.  What a douche…  Some feelings are so indescribable, that perhaps they’re best left without description.

-I’m waiting on you, and you’re waiting on something.  What exactly are you waiting on?  Are you waiting to know?  Are you waiting for an epiphany?  Are you waiting for a fight or confrontation with him?  Are you waiting to see if this is a passing whim for me and I find someone else?  Are you waiting for the holidays to be over?   If you’re deep in thought, then do you even know what you’re waiting to know?  Both of us love you, so I know there is a lot to consider.  I may be thinking a lot of myself by saying this, but to me the decision seems clear.  You melt with me.  You’re body’s on fire with me.  You think about me all the time.  I’m the one you want to be with when you’re at your most vulnerable and honest.  To even entertain this, or to have such profound thoughts of being with me speaks at a deafening volume that you’re not that into him, and never really were.  How could a decision be that hard given all this?  It’s a shame because I’m sure he’s a nice guy, but that doesn’t mean he’s the one for you, and you know that.  Anyway, I’m off to a meeting about a cheesy, little film.  Tomorrow I have a meeting about a TV show.  I’m hustling and trying to get things going so that I can pad the nest.  I love you. X