Dear stranger,
I'm sorry for troubling you with my problems, I should've realized sooner that someone with status as infamous as yours would never care if someone like me needed help. You were so warm and radiant, so lively and energizing. Nowadays I only see you around the school with a scowl on your face, making people feel bad about themselves.
You've got your chin up high, thinking you're too good for anyone to speak to you. I know deep down you're better than that. Just know, you don't have to fit in, lord knows I never did.
One more apology; for not losing hope in you, for holding onto blind faith. Trying to stay convinced that you're the same sweet sunflower you always were. Tell me, do you still like sunflowers? Sweet little vibrant sunflowers. Are you too cool to care about silly flowers, too? You're far more interested in getting the perfect angle for your picture, I'll bet.
I'm gonna miss writing to you, you know. And I know you won't but I'd like to think you'd miss my letters too...or just miss me, in general. I won't be around for long. That's one less thing to worry about. I hope you take care and keep smiling. I'll be watching over you.
- One last time, your secret admirer.
