That Aussie Chick,
I don't have feelings for you, I never liked you even if I said so and I certainly don't want to be your boyfriend. I have better things to offer of myself, and to supposedly better people too. Even if you don't have feelings for me, that doesn't stop me from caring about you, like reminding you that you've left your Carlos*et on your chair, nor does that stop you from reminding me. And you're not going to stop out of spite just because I have told you now that I actually appreciate your kindness.
There's just one thing. Yesterday, you were behind me.
Whatever this is, you have to stop. I know that you're focused on your studies, and I respect you for that, but what your doing isn't good for anyone, least of all for you. You can tell me everything is fine, but it's clearly not. You can tell me there's nothing to discuss, when clearly there is. At least there is for me. And I know that, honestly, you wouldn't just push me away, you are better than that; I believe in you enough to know that this isn't the real you. I could be the most cold, spiteful bastard to you but I choose not to. Because I care about you enough to recognize that it would actually hurt you, no matter how much or to how many people you want to deny it to. I can leave you alone, but that won't solve your problem. That will only push it out of sight and out of mind. If I have to apologise then I will, but that's not sufficient and I know that all too well.
Sure, I can get on with my life. So many languages, so many women... But, then again, I'm no misogynist; nor should I have to be. I WILL NEVER lower myself to the level of the lowest common denominator.
No-one should have to be right or wrong.
Passes un bon weekend.
Robert