September 2nd, 1946.
Dear ______,
There's a lot I need to say. Things that I think, that I feel.
I look at you the way I look at the stars. The way they get my attention at night. How I could stare at them until they're gone. The way they shine so bright without even trying. Sometimes they might hide behind thunderclouds, but they always find their way back to where they were before. I know it's hard to understand me. It's too hard to explain my love for you, there aren't enough words or letters for it. But I can only say one thing, you are my sparkling star that always leads me to a better tomorrow.
-Adam.