Dear Achilles,
I want to see you, but I don't want to see you. Do you want to see me, or do you not want to see me? I'm weird, Achilles. I keep thinking contradicting thoughts like, 'I don't want to talk to you, yet I want to see you.' What should I do? I miss you so much, but I'm scared. I'm scared to see you because I don't know what you'd say. Would you tell me to leave and never see you again, or would you burst into tears and compress me in a tight hug, telling me to never leave you again? I'm so scared. I don't want to see you, but I want to see you.
Do you want to see me as much as I want to see you?
Sincerely,
the one who wants to see you,
Cardia