A good friend of mine said this about you: "If he's anything like the way you describe him, then you'll have to be patient."

That's what everyone tells me. I must be patient. I must learn patience. This is a lifelong lesson, but I've never felt so motivated to try as I do for you.

I watch you make decisions like a slow-motion train crash. I watch you think and think and think, following each option to its conclusion. Meanwhile, I say, "do this."

I never thought of myself as decisive. But I suppose making quick decisions doesn't make one decisive. The thing about you is it seems like once you've made up your mind, it's done. That's all there is. Me, I can easily change what I've said. I can't help but see the connection between those tendencies. You're more rooted to your decision. But I made a snap statement so it's just as easy to go back on it.

I think this is a head/heart conflict. You want logic, I want love.

At the center of things, though, we are utterly reversed. You are the emotional one and I get to be cold. In those times of stress, I calm down and do what must be done. But you get to fall apart.

I love you, and I'm not sure what to do about it. It would take you years to fall in love with me.

So I write these letters in journals, draw these pictures on notes, I update these websites about you until the time you make your choice.