I have to write this letter. I have to tell you how I feel before it's too late.
I love you, as more than a friend. I wish I could say it to your face but I don't have the courage to see how disgusted you are with me. I haven't seen you at all this past week, I'm so surprised you didn't see through my excuse. I'm not away for some Hannah thing at all. If I was don't you think Lola would've been coming along too? Course she would of, but I'm not away and I never was. I'm sat in my room forbidding myself to see you because I'm scared of what will happen if I do, I'm not in control of my mind or my body right now. I've never felt this way about anyone but you, two years I've been pining for you wishing you were mine. You have no idea how hard it has been for me to control my urges to reach out and touch you, to kiss you and claim your lips as my territory.
Daddy knows how I feel about you; he had a gut feeling from the start. He said there's no other person he'd rather me want to be with, he thinks you're the one for me just like I do. I just wish you wanted to be with me too, I guess we can't always get what we wish for. Please don't hate me for this, as much as it hurts to want you this bad I just can't unlove you. I wont, I doubt I ever will. You mean everything to me. You're my muse, my main inspiration for my music. You're like the stars to my sky, the sand to my ocean, that missing piece of my heart. You're the only one whose ever, will ever make me feel this way. I understand if you burn this letter to smithereens and never want to speak to me again, but please try to understand what this is like for me. You're the only one that can ever complete me. You've got me so freaking unhinged. I love you Lillian Truscott and Hannah Montana loves Lola Lufnagle too.