Larxene,
For a long time I ha--
"No, already it sounds wrong." Zexion said, crumbling that sheet of paper and getting out a new one. He thought long and hard about how he should start it before actually starting this time, considering if he didn't like how it sounded he would just have to start all over again, because ink could not be erased.
Larxene,
Ever since you first joined the--
"…Where am I going with this?" He asked himself. Another failed attempt already. He got out another sheet of paper, and tried again.
Larxene,
I think you to be a truly amazing being, an--
"Wait a second…" Zexion stopped writing. "Being? We're Nobodies, we technically have no 'beings'." He sighed, and got out yet another sheet of paper. Suddenly, he finally got an idea of something decent to write.
Larxene,
When you first joined the Organization, when we first met, my first impression was that you certainly seemed like a talented person. And over time, you have proved to me again and again that you are.--
"Ugh! That makes it sound as if I doubted her at some point!" Now, Zexion was wondering if this was even going to be worth it. So far he was failing miserably at writing a simple letter. Never before had he had such trouble with such a simple thing. He finally started to wonder if she'd be offended if he wrote this in pencil instead. It would obviously save him plenty of paper if he did. However, he decided against that.
Larxene,
When you first joined the Organization, and we first met, I had no doubt in my mind that you were a talented woman. You, unlike the rest of us, were capable of so many handy things. You could--
Zexion almost shouted in frustration. "It's just missing something!"
Dearest Larxene,
Whe--
"That's not it though. 'Dearest' is a bit too much."
Finally, fed up by now that he couldn't write out a long, convincing love letter, Zexion wrote something short and to the point. Just enough to convey what he meant.
Larxene,
I like you. A lot.