AN: I don't know how I feel about this update. Some parts I like, and some parts I don't. Hope you guys enjoy it though. Thanks everyone once again for reading and reviewing.

Love, Katie.

To Whom It May Concern:

I'm not sure if you'll ever get this because I'm not even sure you got the last note, but I'll give it a shot anyway.

I talked to him, just as I said I would. I told him I loved him, again. You wouldn't believe how nervous I was. My heart was racing at a million miles per hour, and I could have passed out from my anxiety, but thankfully I pulled through.

Want to know his response? I think I just about died. At first he said, "I care for you." Can it get any lamer than that? I threw a sarcastic remark back at him because sure, caring is great; but after someone mentions love, you're not supposed to spit out that line.

But then, he told me he loved me too. What do I say to that? Because I know he loves his girlfriend as well, or at least I think he does. You could be right with him loving the idea of being in love.

I couldn't respond to it; I know, lame, and totally contradictory of myself. But really, what do you say if the guy who just professed his love to you also is professing his love to his girlfriend 15 minutes later?

So now what do I do? Just sit and wait?

I know I should, but I don't have enough patience to wait for him. I told him I did, but in all honesty, this is killing me.

Waiting will just bring more pain, more crying, and more of a chance things will never happen between the two of us. And if that happens, I think I'll never stop regretting the day I turned away from him, all because I was too scared to let him into my life.

I can't live a life of regret, just like I can't live a life of rejection. So I'm clueless as to what I should do. I need help, and even with one response, you've helped me tremendously.

So please, whomever you are, will you respond again? It doesn't have to be long, and it doesn't have to be life-changing. I guess the help just comes from knowing someone is listening.

But if you've given up on me, I understand too. As a matter of fact, I've already learned my lesson:

People always leave.

I just can't stand to see him leave me, ever again.

I knew it was a leap of faith to write more, but I had to do it. Whoever had responded truly changed how I view this. I no longer felt rejection every moment of the day; I just felt like I had to fight stronger. Of course, every so often, I hung on to the feeling of rejection because it was an excuse to give up, but thinking of the note kept me going.

Since I had finished the note somewhat early, and I still had plenty of time left in the period, I decided to sketch a little. With Brooke living at my house, I never get any time for myself, and I get kind of sick of her referring to my art as "freaky."

As I was putting the note away and pulling out my drawing pad, my eyes quickly caught onto the person approaching me. Step by step, I watched him, my eyes connected with his every movement.

"Peyton." Just the way he says my name drives me crazy. How am I supposed to deal with this?

"Hey Luke," I was trying to play it cool, even though it wasn't even worth the try. He's always been amazing at reading me. This time would probably be no different.

"So what's up?" I wasn't used to seeing him in the library this hour, but after yesterday in the gym, this didn't seem as weird as it usually would.

"Listen Pey, I've thought a lot about what you said yesterday. "This is hard for me, you have to understand that."

"I do understand, Luke. But it's hard for me too…"

So yesterday he gives me the "I care for you." Today he gives me "This is hard for me." I wonder what tomorrow will bring…

"No Peyton, you don't understand." I could see tears forming in his eyes as he tucked his head down, trying to force them to keep unexposed.

I don't understand? What don't I understand? I couldn't believe that remark. He's never been so straight forward with me. I flashed him a confused look, so he would give me an explanation for his frankness.

"I told Brooke that I needed some time, Peyton. She didn't exactly take it the way I would have hoped." He slowly rotated his face, and as he did, I noticed the red mark left on his cheek from the strike of her hand.

"Luke, I'm so sorry," His voice had been shaking, so I sincerely did mean it. I never wanted him to face this, never. I didn't want him to feel pain; pain was my weakness. He was supposed to be my strength. "Why'd you do it?"

"I needed to, Peyton. After talking with you yesterday in the gym, I realized I was being unfair to Brooke, yet I'm being unfair to you as well. I can't keep on saying I love you both, which I do. Really, I do. I just need some time from the both of you; time so I can figure my heart out."

"You know I'll wait forever…"

"I know that, and thank you Peyton."

Standing up, I walked over to him and pulled myself closely up to him, and I whispered, "…Forever, if I have to, but I don't want to Luke."

Pulling away, I studied his reaction on his face. He was confused, as the note had said most teenage boys are.

"I won't make you wait forever," he said as the bell rang once again. He turned to walk out of the library, but I brought him back to me before he could get too far. Pulling him close, I brought my lips up to meet his in a kiss. Not too forceful, just a soft, genuine kiss that would let him into my heart, so he would know I'm ready.

Ready for him to commit to me, and ready to commit to him.

Now, I just needed to wait