Nathan, I can’t hear that you’ll never come home again. That I’ll never learn something new about you again. Never experience your selflessness, your love, your warm touch again. Nathan.. please. Have we really had our last conversation? Our last kiss? I don’t know what I’d do.. please..
"There are eighty-two letters in here… and they’re all addressed to you. I wrote them all this summer. One a day, but… I never sent them because I was afraid… I was afraid of getting my heart broken again. Like before. Coz you hurt me so bad and… I was afraid to be vulnerable and I was afraid of you and the way that you make me feel and I know that doesn’t matter now, after what I did… but I just thought that you should know. This is how I spent my summer, Luke; wanting you. I was just too scared to admit it.”
The only thing that kept me going was thinking about you.