Dear Elliot,               
                       
     I want a guy who's a writer, whose way of words only I could understand. We'll have secret conversations written on a piece of paper, secretly even if the teacher is lecturing. your poetry will make me smile and make my heart feel, your drawing of stick figures will make me laugh, horrible-- ugh! definitely a bad artist, your riddles will make me think and each and every one answers to how much you love me. You made me experience all that.

   Too young we are, too naive they think, but how can it feel wrong when it felt so right? Or feeling right is actually wrong? If love is a universal truth then why would society question two young people luckily meeting their fate at an early age? Can't they be just happy? I dont know maybe they envy those who are in love and that they're actually out of love?

    My love let me tell you this, I may had met you too soon and leave you quite too soon but deep down I know you're the one for me but love, I may not be the one for you. Don't be afraid to fall in love once again, there is so much to know about the world. This is not the end. I'm sorry for breaking our promise of traveling the world together. This may be my lasting moment, and each is spent writing you my last words. I treasure each moments with you and please don't hold on me, I couldn't hold you back, no more.

   Thank you for meeting me; none of it was a mistake. you gave hope to this dying girl, she learned to love from you.      
                                          
Love,                                            Harper