dear lucas joshua styles,
i'm writing this because you decided to be a sweet lucass and tell me that your biggest fear is losing me (and sierra, but details). that's so freaking sweet, lucass! i almost cried and tackled you and laughed all at once, you little noodle. i would be so freaking sad if i wasn't able to see your shining face everyday. you need to get on with the baby making and make a cute little girl named billie who will call me auntie billie and come to me whenever she does stupid things like have sex or do drugs. i think i should probably just move in with you and sierra, since i am a permanent fixture in your relationship and will probably be the best man and maid of honor at your wedding. i love you so much, lucass, and i swear my nickname for you is one hundred and ten percent affectionate. and please, don't worry, i'm not going anywhere.
love,
wilhelmina marjorie hill
p.s. you two should probably just adopt me as well since you both treat me like your problem child
p.s.s. i know you're protective over me, but i'm protective over you, too.
[ media: me forcing you to hug me ]
