Dear Louis,
Don't stop reading this letter. It's not like the last one where I didn't want you to find it. But this one you're allowed to read. I thought I should at least write you a nice letter after the last one you read. I know based on the last letter, you probably assume that there isn't anything that makes me happy, but that's not true. You have no idea how happy you make me. You've always made my mood better. I think you just have that affect on everyone. Don't ever lose that charm, Tommo.
I remember during X Factor when you would say all of those cheesy jokes just to get a laugh from others. You just have a vibrant personality and it's literally impossible to be sad around you. That's what made me fall in love with you. I know I told you that I liked you since X Factor, but in actuality I was in love with you then. Still am. Always will be.
I know you met Eleanor through me, but it killed me inside when you started dating her. I never said anything because I was afraid you wouldn't have felt the same way and I was afraid of ruining your relationship with her. I figured that having your friendship was much better than not having you in my life at all. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I told you sooner. It makes me wonder if our lives would be any different, or if would just stay the same. I guess some things just happen for a reason.
I don't really know what the point of this letter was. I just want you to know how much I love you and how happy you make me. I love you more than I love Pussy or Penis (I mean the cats, don't laugh, this is a serious moment). I love you more than Pizza Hut and ramen. What else?... I love you more than I love watching Peter Pan. Whoa, there. Didn't expect that, did ya?
I love you, Peter Pan.
-Tinkerbell
P.S. Thank you for buying me a kitten. I promise I won't hump her. xx