Dear You, I've been racking my brain trying to figure out what exactly is going on with you, but to no avail - I still don't have the answer. I have never tried to understand the inner workings of the male mind, but I thought that for once - just this once - I might be able to understand what exactly is going on. After all, we are all human. And we have feelings. But nothing. If I was the friend - the shoulder - who had been listening to me while I try to comprehend everything that has happened in the last few months, I (friend) would be telling me to cut my losses, let it go and move on because you don't deserve me. And I deserve better. But no one can say that, because they don't know what we shared or what we supposedly shared, or what it was like to be in that thing. I have scrutinized emails and conversations once had in the hopes that there was something you said that I could cling on to for a little longer. Something to hold onto during these co...