Dear Gilbert,
I cannot believe how monotone you can sound. I ask for hugs and you scoff and ask why I would want a hug from you. You, why not you? Well maybe when I want comfort you're right there. You tend to be, you stalker.
Only you would leave an annoying trail. It's still sweet, but it does get sticky you know. Stop dirtying up my things with ice cream. Regardless of flavor. And clean up your computer already!
What are you going to do about it? Let him clean it up? Oh,ja, like he would. Right? I am not sure he would clean you up like I would, not that Lovino loves you like that, anyway. I know what you're thinking- I have someone else, too, don't I?
There's a reason why we separated. You idiot. He has someone else! And don't try to tell me I can just have Antonio because one, it does not work like that and two, he feels the same way about Lovino that I do about you. I know you're not dumb, no one is.
But mein gott, it's hard to live when you just sit there and there is no such love polygon. Or are you just ignoring it? Well don't. It's unhealthy. In case you're confused; I used to have feelings for Elizaveta until we separated but no I have them for you.
Not sure what is up with Lovino but I know for a fact that Antonio pines for him. Und dich, who do you love? Hm? Lovino? Not me? Hmph, I'm only writing to you because obviously my music doesn't reach you. Yes, anger farther beyond Chopin that I must express it in words.
How do you deal with these feelings? Because I wonder if Lovino would fully understand like I do. No I am not just a jealous aristocrat. Not that that word means anything when I feel empty, like this madness ate all of it away. Not the good sort of madness, either.
You don't know what fogged up glasses are like, but we both get desperately lonely, am I right? I am not talking about having a shoulder to cry on,either. Elizaveta does not play into this at all. Family does not count either. Your brother has Feliciano to deal with, so leave them alone.
Metaphorically, that is. I'm not saying to stay away from the one man housing you, it's just no one wants you to turn to Ludwig, of all people. He loves Feliciano and that's fine with me. He's still like a son to me; I guess I learned the hard way that no matter how strict you are he'll still be Feliciano, pasta and paint. So, maybe I wish I could have been nicer to him.
And you. I've been so mean to you, forgetting important unmentionable dates. But you will never ever accept my apology! Craving for someone to beg to you? I will.
I could get onto my knees and grovel. Because desperation for you could not ever look stupid. Don't be surprised if I send you roses, there is nothing I can do about my affections. I am utterly most frustrated that I love you, and yet I don't want to. I just do. Deal with it.
Love, Roderich.