Dear Leah,
Ever since that day when I stumbled across you in the shower in our hotel room, I could not forget in which the way you had looked. Despite the horror in which your delicate face read, it was amusing to me, and now as such is the memory of that amusement, which does trickle through my mind quite often. More than I'd prefer to admit, actually.
I hate to see you gone like this. The guilt is killing me inside. I don't care about any plan, I don't care that I know any attempt is useless; I have to try because the only thing I'm living off of is the slight hope that maybe you still think about me. I have to fight for the things I love; and I love you.
There has not been a single moment that has passed that regrets the first drink I had of that night. I could never deserve you, Leah, my love... but I'm a greedy bastard that will try in whichever way he can so that he may kiss your lips one last time.
If I had knew our last time was the last, I would've spent the time memorizing the way you moved, the way you laughed, and the lights that sparked in your emerald eyes; spent hours keeping your taste on my lips.
Alex