Novkovic,
I am not certain whether to believe you or not; in whether this was simply you trying to start another argument, or if we were both set up. If it is the latter, then I suppose I must acknowledge that I was wrong in assuming that you had tricked me (though it wouldn't be the first time).
I hardly feel compelled to reminisce with you; I prefer not to think of these things, of you. You have a great amount of nerve asking me, in the first place! But a great amount of bravery. For that, I suppose I must respect you and indulge you in a proper answer. Yes, I do remember- if you are looking for an acknowledgement of how much I loved you, I'm afraid that this will be my only confession. It is foolish to hide something so plain as that. However, my opinion of you has been drastically altered, and I'm afraid it will have to remain as such.
I must confess, when I read this I nearly slammed my laptop shut. But, I suppose, you've given me too much in the past for me to ignore this altogether. I do not know why I still talk to you, if you must know the truth.
-A. Begovich
Serbia shook his head a bit, trying to think of a worthwhile response. Trying to be reasonable with Croatia was hard enough if you were close to him, but when you had been bitter enemies with him such a long time, that made it all the more difficult.
Andelko,
My opinion of you has altered as well, Croatia. Or at least it was altered. I can't deny that I still love you.
It sounds so stupid. You have no idea how completely idiotic I feel when I write that, after all these years of nothing but arguing with you over senseless things.
Alexianos asked in a previous letter if I was in something more than a Union with you. I admitted that we had been lovers, but also informed him that we are no more than enemies currently. He continued to go on, and asked me if I still loved you. I admitted that to him as well. I didn't realize these feelings I still harbored until recently, but I wish I had realized them before we completely despised eachother. Maybe then we could have gotten back to being something. Anything other than what we are now.
I stare at this screen, hoping we can find some sort of resolution to this hatred between us. It's tearing me apart. Ever since you left me… All I've thought about is you, even if I hardly admit it to myself most of the time. I'm not saying that you have to love me back. I'm just asking you to not be so much of an enemy to me. Before we were lovers, we were friends. If you can stand trying to be friends with me, then please do. I'd rather have unrequited love with a friend, than unrequited love with an enemy.
Љубав,
-Novak Novkovic; Serbia