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Moving on to the next order of business-providing I manage to procure a car for this internhship, what am I going to do with my spare time in Verona? I don't want to hang out with my coworkers. I'm the only person with skin darker than a paper bag within a 15 mile radius, if not wider. I need to find something to do to pass the time....

I've come to realize that I haven't liked your treatment of me over the past several weeks. You likely feel you have been acting perfectly normal - maybe... what's normal though? Normal, like before we spent that time together? Yes, I guess you have been acting more like you used to - back then. Things have changed for me now and for me only, I guess. I am sensitive and I simply can't go back to the way things were... back then. I get offended now that you don't call or reply to my emails promptly. Even having a simple conversation with you through email proves difficult, as you don't even respond to questions I ask you in the hopes of sparking a conversation. And you don't ask about me, or comment on my life when I say for instance, I had an interview or that I am broke. You say nothing. All I get is silence or banal comments about the weather or how much you wish you were like X. This doesn't feel like a friendship, or whatever we so foolishly thought we would be. What are we? I think we are nothing. It's not even the same as before - there is all this underlying resentment coming from my end.. Or, perhaps the guilt feelings have passed and you now feel totally justified for what you did during that month and for what you do now. All I know is that it feels like I'm talking to a wall. It's hurtful and tiring, and I don't want any part of it anymore. I feel like I am finally getting to know you - the real you. Is this the real you? Is this what it's like to be your friend? Is this what it would be like to be your girlfriend? Or is this simply the way you treat girls after they catch on that you were only playing a healthy game of cat and mouse with them? Who was that person you pretended to be for that month? He was nice and considerate, funny and interesting - a real charmer, and I really believed that that guy liked me and cared about me. Where did he go? If you ever find him again, tell him to give me a call.