I love you, my pretty red-head. I love that I get to see your face every day now that you’re living here. I know you’ve never been in love so you don’t feel exactly what I feel — but saying the feelings are mutual is enough. I have no idea where this is going. I think the longer you stay here the more you’ll only see me as a friend, not as a lover. I never know what to expect from you from day to day. That’s hard to deal with. But you’re here and I’m glad. And I love you.