Writ here were the things that I have been dying to tell you eons ago. Words that have been lying inside my heart for quite some time now. I wish I could say them to you directly. But what good with that do to the both of us? To put it simply, this is the compilation of letters that I have been dying to give you but because of my cowardice I never got the chance to. So if by any chance, you stumbled upon this, I know that by then you will know that this is, indeed, for you.