LOVE LETTER.

- a

I remember the first time I heard you sing. It really was magical. I had been in complete shock, it had come as a surprise — You really were a full package. You were astonishing on the outside, plus, you had so many different talents, not to mention the beautiful personality you have; and your smile, the best of all. The way your eyes would twinkle when you laughed, or how everything became visibly brighter when you smiled.

You told me that you wanted to become a singer. You said that it was always your goal in life, to become a singer. You said that you originally wanted to become an artist, but drawing became more of a hobby after you entered your middle school talent show and impressed all the judges with your voice. I'm sure that you could've been whatever you wanted, though, with all those talents of yours. It's a shame you had to go so soon.

I remember how we would stay up at night, just listening to each other talk for hours upon hours, because I had always loved your voice, whether you were singing or not. Your voice was the kind of voice that I wanted to hear on the other end of a phone line at 3 am, but more than that, your voice was the voice I wanted to fall asleep and wake up to every day.

I miss your voice.

Your singing, your mindless rants at 4 am, your hour long conversations about oranges, I miss it all.

I remember asking you why you didn't sign with a company. Your voice really was outstanding, I was sure you would've been able to make it into any company you wanted. All you did was smile sadly at me, and you whispered, 'I can't.' I really wanted to know why, but you just shook your head and said, 'You'll find out eventually.'

I knew that you valued personal space, so I didn't say anything after that, but now, I wish I did, then I would've known sooner.

Then I would've told you.

Those three words, those eight letters.