First and foremost, I want you to know that I knew my fate from the beginning. I knew I was going to die. It was me or you. You really think I wouldn't lasso the stars for you? So, I went. I couldn't tell you. You were so happy. I love seeing you happy. You never seem to stop smiling and it's like there's this glow around you that illuminates even the darkest days. Then again, that seems to be your thing, hm? Lighting up my dark. Secondly, I actually hate the library. Saw that one coming, I bet. My mother and I were never in a stupid "book club", and the library at the manor is, in fact, enormous. The truth is... I went to the library so I could see you. See the way your nose scrunches up when you read, and the expressions you make. I always loved to guess what you were reading based on your expressions. Whether it was happy, sad... romantic. I just wanted to discover you. Everything about you. So, remember me when you're reading Romeo and Juliet. In your favorite red chair, or at that table... you know the one. And, as you read the pages I know are invitingly familiar, remember that all the best love stories end in tragedy. I'm sorry that ours had to end the same, but I will be forever grateful for the acts we've experienced together before the final curtain. You've always been my last thought before I drift off to sleep, and the first thing on my mind when I wake. And I know that, when I drift off for the last time, I'll think of you. And, it'll be okay when I don't wake up because I wouldn't want to leave thinking of anyone else.