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Dear Lexy,

I no longer know what to say. I don't know what to do. It hurts knowing that you died thinking someone doesn't love you. I do Lexy, I really do. And if you'd ever get a chance of seeing or knowing me and what I feel, please don't get angry.

I don't know when I'd gather up the guts to tell you this. I don't know if I can say it to you. I just wanna make you feel loved, you know? Not say it. I don't wanna say something that should be heard in actions. I wanna make you feel it.

Fuck, I'm really sorry.

For not even introducing myself properly. For only being "the guy who needed a paper."

So, I'll introduce you to the world.

I'll study hard so that I could be a journalist or novelist or whatever. I'll write a book about you and I'll make sure everyone would read it.

And for that, I'd stop writing letters for you as of now. I'll ace every exam, essay and presentations for you.

And make sure you'll be an inspiration to all.

August 29, 2010. 5:48 pm.

Calvin