Shit Leo,
I really fucking screwed up. The Bruna idea was brilliant, but I missed one important thing... What would you think? Now you and everyone else believes that I'm taken; if there had been any chance of you liking me it's probably gone. Sometimes I'm tempted to tell you, to hear what you think, to know the truth, but I can't. There are too many horrible 'what if's' involved in our scenario; I couldn't handle it if any of them were true. I feel like these letters are a waste of my time, it's not like I can ever build up the courage to show you...
Today at training, you refused to leave my side. You gotta stop doing this to me, you're pulling at my heart strings and I can't handle it much longer before I boil over and come clean. I was never very good at reading signals, and I can tell I'm still shit at it today. It takes a lot on my part not to assume your usual innuendos and touches mean something other than goofing off. I would say I hate being wrapped around your finger, but that'd be a complete lie.
Till next time,
Neymar<3