Part One:
I think about you and I write. I've rewritten this (the following) letter a few times. And I've always been on the verge of sending this to you every time I write it. But the reason I didn't send it is because I don't know how you're going to react to it. I'm fine thinking it. I'm fine saying it. But I'm nervous about how you're going to react. Nervous about what you're going to think about it. Nervous about what you're going to say about it. Say the word and I will send it. Say nothing and I won't. I'll keep it to myself forever.

Part Two:
My Dear [  ],

I'm thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about you. Being with you is the best thing in my life. It might be too early to think and say those things, but I can't help it. I feel it. I feel that way.

I want to be there with you. But the memory of you must hold me over until I see you again. Until then.
I find you so beautiful. Inside and out. I love your smile. When we were together, I am so into you. I am captivated by you. I keep looking at you.

I like you. I deeply care about you. The surprise I got you is your summer vanillas berry perfume and a sketch book with pencils, colored pencils.

You are special. You have a special place in my heart. I want you in my life. Even if we only see each other once in a while. I'll take it and it would mean a lot to me. More than anything. Oh and I do have a secret to tell you. I love you, [  ]. I belong to you. Heart, body, and soul.
Yours,

Part Three:
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