Dear you,

You've got great friends, and I'd like to be friends with them, too...and they're building you up, and...agh. I'm pissed off, but.
Later: Fuck if I don't think you're sortof adorable all worn out. And I'm sorry for ranting and not letting you get a word in edgewise. I appreciate how up-front you were about not being ready for a relationship, and I hope this giving-you-space thing works out. Actually, I hope you are reminded daily of how great I am until you're driven crazy with curiosity and call me. ;)
Neither of us is perfect. I hope I've made things clear on my side and you've definitely exhibited your dickishness, but resolution can do wonders. Now I've just got to buckle down and focus on my life right now, and hope you're thinking of me.

Me.