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Dear Leo,

It’s been so long since I saw you last. All the way from home to here I could only think of you and reading under our tree. I was so sick that boat ride I thought my insides would jump right out of me. All I could do to sit with my head looking down and hope I wouldn’t get dizzy. The only thing what could keep me from looking up out of boredom was writing, and when...

Dear Crowley,

I’m sorry every disc introduced to your car turns into Queen’s Greatest Hits, but let’s be real, that isn’t a real loss. Thanks for trying so hard to thwart the Apocalypse and stuff, humanity really appreciates it, even though you guys were relatively incompetent and it’s exactly this incompetence that saved us all.

Shame you didn’t get to face off the Big Man downstairs. You would have been obliterated yeah...

Dear lonely lover,

He had been looking for you. Almost his whole life, you know? Searching.

It probably wasn’t easy, you see, there’s a lot of wrong people in this world.

He thought you where the right one. I guess, he was wrong too.

Dear parasite,

He loved you.

Then again, love never was enough to define what he felt.

I guess it wouldn’t be enough for you to care anyways.

Dear Robert,

I am dumbfounded by your intelligence. You know everything and everyone. You see things beyond the eye of a regular man. You catch patterns and codes with just a glance of the eye. I cannot comprehend how a symbolist knows so much, not only in history, but also in physics! Your ability is almost supernatural.

I’ve always liked history, but have never thought of doing it as a profession, but seeing your adventures and discoveries really co...

Dear Giving Tree,

I don’t know how you’ll get this, or if you’ll get this but I hope you do. I will never forget all that you gave me. The memories, the supplies, the amenities, you never stopped until you had nothing else to give. Even then you still provided me with rest. I am sorry I can no longer visit you, because I’m confined to my bed but believe me, I would if I could. I watch you through my window, hoping to one ...

Dear Anastasia Steele,

Don't agree to substitute for Kate in that interview. I'm only telling you this because I care.

-A Concerned Friend

P.S. The color gray really doesn't suit you. 

Dear William the Absolute Youngest,

Never stop being a child,

Escape your father's pleas to go to bed, 

and don't be afraid to have adventures,

by painting yourself the colors of the night sky.

Use your imagination to invent something new every day,

Always listen to Ombric, for his lessons are the most magical in the world,

and remind your older Williams to have fun more often!

Never stop believing in mag...

To my most concerned Rebuff,

Let me look at him – the courtly man who has seen me.

Rebuff, with but your cold hand over me, let me love him. Can you not see his tender gaze? Are you not aware that he longs to be mine?

He wastes his days, sitting, thinking, loving. See him there by the vined arch, and watch him. Watch him and notice his steady ey...

Dear Park,

I'm sorry about the way things ended. I guess I was too afraid to do something after it all happened. Maybe I thought I would ruin the memories if I did anything else. The memories are too precious, thank you for giving them to me.  Know that I've always loved you, even when I was too afraid to go after you. Park, you're the first person to take interest in me, to love me, to treat me like I'm part of something great. I'm yours, right now I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours....

Lena,

I often think about how I regret it. Killing myself, I mean. It was for your own good and my own good, but I still wish I could have whispered the truth in your ear—told you what they wouldn’t, because they are too afraid to.

I made my choice, though. It was a hard one, but I made it. In their eyes I was diseased: someone to whisper about and be ashamed of. I know you wish I wasn’t your mother now: When people see you they probably think of me, instead...