[Ohhh, fuck life, Sara, let's just die together.
I fucking love you so much, but I'm too fucking old and dying. Why was I born in a year so far away from you? Can't we be born on the same day?
Next time, let's be born on the same day. It's my fault. I'll wait for you before I get reincarnated. So, you don't fucking die just yet.
Live, you little shit.
I'll wait, so it's fine.
Fucker, writing those poems hurts my eyes. I'm not a scholar, damn it! You're right, I suck. And I need to finish all this before I send you away.
And then I'll die.
Anyways.
I love you.
I've always loved you violently inside, disgustingly, yes. I'm an old man. When you turn 17, I'll already be 25 for half a year. This is fucking embarrassing. I'll scrap this one. Hope I don't put the wrong letter into the envelope.
Wait, should I?
