Dear Luke,
Hey. If you're reading this letter, I'm dead. I knew I was going to die. I have since before we even began talking again. As cliche as it sounds, I never thought perfect existed until I met you. The possibility of it fell in place, and my breath was always taken away each moment I spent talking or being with you. Thank you for making the pain bearable. Don't forget me, please. Don't forget what we had before Arzaylea, and don't forget what we almost had again. My parents rarely were there unless I had collapsed, but you helped me feel loved. You gave me happiness. You were always there to tell me what a beautiful chaos love is, and you also showed it. You've always been in my heart even though you may not have always been in my life although maybe they weren't supposed to be. I love you Lucas. You better go jam out with your friends now because if not, I'll haunt your ass. Plus I need some new jams from wherever I'm going. I love you.
Yours always,
Morgan
