Gooosh, I called him for an hour and a half.
It's like saying: "seeing you less & less but loving you more & more".
I have never realized how much I loved you since I talked to you.
Oh, you're so much better than M. IP, you're so much attractive, not physically (hum... yes you are, but still...), but mentally. You're so much interesting because I know you won't let me down. You'll be there if I need it.
I think I have always loved you, my friend.
But it wasn't love, and it's not love yet.
Oh, I missed you, for sure. I knew, even in June, that I would be missing you. I knew that you would be one of the boys I would stay in touch with.
And my English is so poor and my French would suck.
