A missing letter

Hi,

How are you? I really miss you, but I don´t want to say you because I know that is srtange. I remember, a day you said me: - I like you- still be strange.

I think about you all the time, and I know... it is strange. But, it is not important. Sometimes I am sad because you don´t miss me. But I know that you not must to do.

I think about possibilities. For example, A day you will come back here and we go to a beautiful place. You kiss me and I like it.

It is impossible. I know. I don´t want to call you again. I feel that you don´t need me. It is sad, but i know that I will be ok.

I really like your smile. The best that this is that you never read this.

Sending an imaginary kiss

Me.

This is not important.