Please, know... my sadness goes all the way through. But, please, don't ever think that I did not believe you. It's just, when I don't hear from you in a while, then the old ghost of doubt comes back and haunts my mind. Born from a past, a childhood made for the most part of hurt and pain, and it has come here to show me once more, how it is all repeating again... ...that my fragile and sad attempt of finally making a friend has been once more ridiculed, and my trust has been betrayed... ...again. Please, do not ever think that I am doubting you. It's just that my sadness really goes all the way through.