There are 82 letters in here, and they’re all addressed to you. I wrote them all this summer. One a day, but I never sent them because I was afraid. I was afraid of getting my heart broken again, like before. ‘Cause you hurt me so bad and… I was afraid to be vulnerable. And I was afraid of you and the way that you make me feel. And I know that doesn’t matter now after what I did, but I just thought that you should know. This is how I spent my summer Luke, wanting you… I was just too scared to admit it. I love you.
                                                          I love you too, pretty girl.