Fionna,
I l
Fionna,
I'm in l
[The page is dented with the pressure on the last letter of both sentences, tiny flecks of ink next to them from tentative attempts at continuation, every attempt failed]
Fionna,
For as long as I've known you
Fionna,
You're the only thing in my life- Well, death
[There is a small circle of regular dots, where the point of the pen has been tapped rhythmically, indecisively on the page]
Fionna,
I don't know how to say this to you. I don't know how to say it to anyone, I've never known how to. I never thought I would need to know, because I never thought I'd meet someone like you.
[The line has been scribbled out with so much force that it has almost teared through the paper.]
Fionna,
When I see you, all I want is to
Fionna,
If I told you that I
Fionna,
What If we were
Fionna,
I love you.
-Marshall-lee.