How does it feel being cared for by a girl friend who has confessed to you that she has loved you for years? That is a question I have been asking these past few days. I felt used when I learned that she has loved me without me knowing it. We have never been in any kind of relationship since we haven’t seen each other for several years. However, she says that I just don’t know what she really feels even if we did not formally meet. I can only thank her for loving me, although I am afraid that that person she loved was not me but a figment of her imagination. And now that I am here, so tangible and real, she is afraid to show it. I will never get a proof of what she divulged because she is afraid of what will happen now that I know it. That, I think, is unfair, especially when she told me that the number one rule of our present friendship is not to fall in love with each other.