"Your purpose," I whispered in his ear, "Is to make me feel better, and to give me someone to love. Even if you are forgotten eventually, at least you'll have made a difference to so many lives now. Especially mine."

I looked deep into his eyes, held my breath, and promised myself I'd never let myself forget these moments. So I wrote them on paper, and stuffed them in a desk drawer. If you ever find yourself trapped in one of life's countless head-numbing nightmares, you open up that drawer. And let those letters remind you that hope can and will come through in the most hopeless of times. He loves you.

Part 1 of the infamous series. Feelings appear. Sparks fly. Love rises. Problems occur. Please note: This story is now very old (7 years old in 2020) and I'd like to think my writing has improved since then! There are a bunch of cringey parts and bad writing in here, but enjoy and thanks for reading! :)