Dear Ariella,
I had to stop living with you.
Your parents didn't approve of me.
Mostly because we kept the whole
'Living together' thing a secret from them.
I'm sorry.
I can't be homeless,
So I have to move to Iowa with my aunt.
Approximately 5,982 miles away from you.
I don't want to be away from you.
I think I'd rather be homeless.
-Lucas
