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Calvin

My dearest Lex,

It's been a while. I miss you. Oh and I came home on your 5th year death anniversary, you wouldn't believe how many flowers now lay there. Now I wonder if I should've used a different name rather than yours, I'm no longer the only one who gives you flowers. I'm jealous. See the pink tulips? It was from me. Don't mind the others. Hehe.

I followed my promise. I graduated at NYU and in less than a year, published Scars on Buses. But it wasn't until today that the book ricochet and so many teens read it.

At first, I felt like I was walking in a road of mud. I couldn't understand nor even create what the professor required us to do. They even made us read Shakespeare's' sonnets for crying out loud! In his first few sonnets he kept on reiterating about the importance of having kids; heirs to your name. Like seriously?

So anyways (I missed writing to you btw), I remembered how you liked Shakespeare. And if I was given the chance to be with you, I'd read him to you till you fall asleep and till you get tired of him-- though I highly doubt it.

It was hard. But then, nothing really is easy. All I had to have was an inspiration; you.

I love you.

And now that I've finally done what I should do, I think I'm going to follow you.

With all the love possibly given,
Calvin