To Alan,
The Erica flowers are blooming again, Alan. I'm sitting in the field, picking them and playing the "He loves me. He loves me not" game. You remind me so mucb of the Erica blossoms. You're fragile and beautiful, perfect in every way imaginable. You drifted into my life on a gentle breeze and left on the same wind.
So far, you have loved me twice and loved me not once.
I miss you being here by my side Alan. I love you. I always will.
With all my Love,
Eric
ESTÁS LEYENDO
To Alan, with Love
FanficLetters written by Eric to Alan after the younger brunette was taken by the Thorns of Death.
