Dear Mr. Lennon,
I know writing this letter is probably a bit ridiculous, as you'll never be able to get it, but I had an overwhelming urge to write it anyway. Today has been thirty three years since you passed away. (Now you see why it would be so difficult for me to send this) I wasn't even born yet, my parents were barely teenagers at the time. Yet somehow I find myself to be completely and utterly captivated by your music. I've been sitting here all day, procrastinating over my mind numbing homework, thinking about your impact on this world. I've been listening to your music all day. Everything from Twist and Shout to Imagine has been blaring in my house. (Much to my parents' dismay, trust me.)
You're probably wondering if this unsendable letter actually has a point. I'm sure it gets tiring when fans go on and on about how their lives were completely altered by your music. I could sit here and tell you about how the Beatles changed my perspective on the world and blah blah blah. But I think you already figured that. I wouldn't be writing this if that wasn't the case. If anything, I just want you to know that I don't feel so alone in the world because of your music. As someone who has constantly felt out of place and alienated, it's such an unbelievably wonderful feeling to know I'm not the only oddball to have ever lived. (That was a compliment, even if it probably didn't sound like one.) You were refreshingly honest, unique, and artistic in every possible way. For that, you will always be my hero.
This could quite possibly be the best or worst thing I've ever written. Forgive me for rambling or sounding like a complete idiot. This was meant to be a heartfelt tribute kind of thing, although I'm not completely sure if I succeeded. Just know that you're legacy will never fade, not as long as I'm here to obsess over you and the Beatles.
Thank you for your music. Thank you for your art. Thank you your vision of peace. But most of all, thank you for not making me feel alone.
Yours truly,
A fan
PS. Who knows, maybe somehow you're reading this right now.