He never got the letters. I could laugh if I wasn't so frustrated. All that time, all those tears…and he never got the bloody letters!

He shuffled them, un-opened into his paper work. Paperwork which went to the Furer…who so kindly returned them to me..

I could kill him if it wasn't something I should have expected from him.

I swear he needs a minder not an assistant…a keeper.

But it's just one of the things I love him for. The absent-mindedness, the laziness, the arrogance, the fact that he's an utter and complete bastard with a heart that means good. A box of paradoxes wrapped in a shiny god complex.

Honestly I don't think I could love him the same if he didn't pull stunts like accidentally sending personal communications to our countries leader. At least it wasn't the more…traitorous notations.

The others burst into laughter when the Furer handed me back my letters, politely explaining he had to open them to see who they were to and he did so hope everything worked out.

Bastard.

Even he was smirking at me.

Stupid, stubborn, adorable, lovable…idiotic man.

How can you want to strangle someone as much as you want to kiss them breathless?

I had to inform him of the letters, absolutely embarrassed as I handed them over before fleeing back to my tiny cubical of a new office. I want to bang my head against the desk now. I should have just burned them. Forgotten them.

And he still hasn't awnsered them, even three days later.

So either he is just 'busy' or he is actually ignoring me, despite me blatantly giving them to him.

Just don't let him send them off to another high official, that's all I ask.

I've come to accept our…relationship of sorts. It still hurts, but I can at least be in his presence without shaking him violently or wanting to burst into tears. I still have hope…that someday he will turn to ME with that look, instead of the other, but I know that's a long way off.

How pathetic of a friend am I that I'm silently wishing for him to get his heart broken? I feel like scum but I can't help it. I have my own selfish interests here. I don't want him hurt but I don't want him apart from me either.

Do you go to hell for praying that your best friend's relationships fail?

I feel like such a traitor.

But I love him, and I can't help feeling this way…