Letter twenty three: today in pe some kids were talking about you and asking who liked you or once liked you, of course it made me angry I couldn't just yell at them to stop because your mine but it also got me thinking. There's so many people in this world who like you, and I'm no better then them, I'm just average-so why me?..what makes me so worthy of someone like you when I'm just me? There's so many people-and yet knowing that at the time I liked someone else you went for ME. I just don't understand how you chose me-I love you so much.
Letter twenty four: I think I realized something about the weird people who love you, and how they're different from me. They're the type of people who say they love rain, but they don't really LOVE it, they just like listening to the noise. But for me, I don't sit and listen for the rain just to never go outside-I look for the rain, and I run out to it and cherish it like it's the last few drops of water I'll ever see. Because I LOVE the rain, I love it's noise, I love its effect, I love the fuzzy feelings it gives me, I love the way it makes me want to go out more, I love the way it brings life together in all forms, I love the way I can splash around in it and know that although this is just another part of life I shouldn't take it for granted because no matter how long it lasts I'm still inlove with it-and I think that's beautiful.
Letter twenty five: your art to me as art is to beauty, or in other words, your my rain.
