Dear K,
I love you, perhaps inappropriately, or unjustifiably, but nontheless I love you. I've been in this position before, and did not intend to be in it again, but there is no rhyme or reason to love.
It pains me to expel that love from my heart, but I have been in this position before, and I am no longer willing to debase myself attempting to coax you out of your self imposed isolation. You have made me a fool for the first time in half a decade, feelings I thought I'd never endure again seething beneath my skin every hour I am awake.
You have told me who you are, I should have believed you at the outset, but I knowingly forgot that people cannot change one another, only ourselves. I pray that I have the strength to tell you where to go, when you inevitably return.
C