"I've never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other, it feels like I have. It's like...it's like there's only ever been Peter. Like everyone else that came before him, they were all to prepare me for this. I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you. And Peter does. He sees me, and I see him.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore. I want to be brave, like Margot. It's almost a new year, after all."

...

"When I'm back in my room in my flannel nightgown, I get out my special flowy pen and my good thick stationery and I start to write. Not a good-bye letter. Just a plain old love letter.

Dear Peter..."

-the end-