Dear T, I love you (in an innocent way, that is). I wish I received the same kind of understanding and care that you provide me from my own family. Sometimes that hurts. I never had a chance to really love anyone back. So even though I can't ethically love you - even in the platonic/family sense, I can feel that sort of appreciation for you. I mean, I still love my mom and some family members, or at least care for them, but it's not the same.