Dylan Klebold’s love letter entry. (I decided to put it on here because I hadn't seen it yet and I really thought it should)

You don’t consciously know who I am, and undoubtedly unconsciously too. I, who write this, love you beyond infinite. I think about you all the time, how this this world would be a better place if you loved me as I do you. I know what you’re thinking: “(some psycho wrote me this harassing letter)”. I hoped we could have been together. You seem a lot like me. Pensive, quiet, an observer, not wanting what is offered here (school, life, etc.) You almost seem lonely, like me. You probably have a boyfriend, though, and might have not given this a second thought. I have thought of you as my true love for a long time but…well… there was hesitation. You see, I cant tell if you think of anyone as I do you, and if you did who that would be. Fate put me in need of you. Yet this Earth blocked that with uncertainties. I will go away soon, but I just have to write this to you, the one I truly loved, please, for my sake, don’t tell anyone about this, as it was only meant for you… Also, please don’t feel any grief about my soon-to-be “absence” of this world. It is solely my decision. nobody else’s. Oh… the thought of s… doing everything together. Not necessarily anything, just to be together would have been pure Heaven. I guess it’s time to tell you who I am. I was in class with you first semester, and was blessed being with you on report. I still remember your laugh. Innocent, beautiful, pure. This semester, I still see you rarely, as we both have it off. To most people, I appear… almost scary, but that’s because people are afraid of what they don’t understand. I denied who I was for a long time. until High School. Anyway, you have noticed me a few times. I catch every one of these gazes with an open heart. I think by now you know who I am. Unfortunately, even if you did like me even the slightest bit, you would hate me if you knew who I was. I am a criminal. I have done things that almost nobody would think of condoning. the reason that I am writing to you now is that I have been caught for my crimes I committed, and I want to go to a new existence. You know what I mean. (suicide) I have nothing to live for, and I won’t be able to survive in this world after my legal conviction. However, if it was true that you loved me as I do you, I would find a way to survive. Anything to be with you. I would enjoy life knowing that you loved me. 99/100 chances you probably think I’m crazy and want to stay as far away from me as possible. If that’s the case, then i’m sorry for involving such an innocent person in my problems, and please don’t think twice. However, if you are who I hoped for in my dreams and realities, then do me a favour: leave a piece of paper saying anything that comes to you. Well, I guess this is it. Goobye and I love(d) you.