This is kind of a weird love letter, huh? What I mean to say is, I'm not going to plunge a dagger in my heart but I do love you in my own way, more than a thirteen year old from a tragedy could.

I took all the letters I wrote to you and the straw you used and the napkin you wiped your face with that time and that strand of your hair I found on my coat and the ticket stub from when we went ...