The end of the school year, but not yet.

And so to start off, with a bright beginning in hope of a bright end, I present this letter to you. But this letter is an incomplete letter, with only an introduction and half of its body paragraphs. As you will see, this is intentional.

Most of the letter is the introduction. The introduction is just a series of insights and poems to lead you to the body paragraph, which is a confession. To start the beginning, I give you this poem. But the poem is here, the poem is the letter.... And so I hope that you enjoy the poem.

Before I start with the main body of the introduction, I have one thing to say... If I could undo the past, you would have received this letter a long time ago. But I have already written that part of my life, and it is in pen. I cannot undo it. What I am writing now, is also in pen. I can not take back what I have given you...

So I wrote that in pen. I wrote this letter in pen. I cannot erase it.

And now here is the main poem... The body of the introduction.

Suddenly, one confesses.

But what is it?

No. It is not a crime.

No. It is not insulting.

No. It is completely natural.

You see, the introduction is but in comprehension of the body paragraph. Of the confession. But there is no end, yet. I can only prepare you for the confession, and not the end. As I am writing, I am interpreting. As you are reading, you are interpreting. But, the writing is written by me, but that is why I left the end to you. Because you of yet had no contribution directly with your knowledge of it. So, you will take the pen. You shall write end the year. You shall conclude.

Hurry though, as it is almost the end of the year. Write quickly, before the pen dries. Yet, be thoughtful, as it is in pen.

I left the conclusion to you, as you should have another idea to share with me. But I do not know your idea, which is why I could not conclude for you. My idea of the end may be different then yours. But that is the purpose of the letter-is your idea the same as mine? Whatever the end may be, you must tell me. Without you, the end is blank. What to end with, is entirely up to you, and you alone. Here is another part of the poem:

Could you know it before one says it? The confession. You might already have guessed it!

From here, the poem starts on the confession, rather then focusing on your end.

Can you guess what the confession is? I bet you knew from the very beginning of this letter! I have this feeling that you do. But if you cannot guess the confession, I will give you some hints so that you may guess it before you read it.

You may have wished the confession to come sooner...

...Or not at all...

But independent, irrelevant to what you have wished of the confession, I personally wish the confession had come much sooner.

Can you imagine ending what is the single most important thing personally in your life?

The year is ending, but it hasn't yet.

There it is, the pen, which you may use to end the year. Write the end, for me, and I will be happy whatever the response! To move on or stay, that is the purpose of this letter.

Here, at school we have been, since so long ago. Yes, that long ago. Already, the year of the last is about to end. This letter, too, has only a few pages left to live.

So by now, have you guessed?

Even if you have, it is impossible to feel the confession's full emotion until it is read. I expect you to be in a sort of shock when you read the body paragraph, even if you at all predicted this to happen. So much power is in these words that even now, before you have read them, you may feel a suspense rising. The shock, you may feel it coming to you. It is in but two paragraphs...

One last time... I have to say that I want you to write the conclusion, as sincerely and polite as you may.

Now, now is the time to brace. Brace yourself, emotionally. Be ready!

here it is, the body paragraph:

I love you, Kristina! Very much so, and since a long time ago. I cannot say it enough, that I love you to the extent of my life. And that, my love, is a rather impressive amount...

I love you.

I love you.

I said it, and it is in pen!

I cannot take it back.

By now, your heart rate has probably skyrocketed. But from here, your heart rate should regress in its numbers. The suspenseful part is over.

And from here, you end the body paragraph by saying your feelings to me. If you love me. And then conclude, by saying what you want me to do now that you love me. Or not.

When you write this, do not start up immediately. I suggest you read this over a few times. A planned acceptance or rejection should go so much smoother, your anxiety wont be as bad, and you will be confident.

So let this letter sit... But do not procrastinate, either! Do not let the pen dry, before you have even lifted it.

Once you have let the letter sit, take out the pen of life as I have, and write. Write carefully! You cannot undo what you have written... Plan before you write.

Now, I am certainly glad that I was confident enough to give this to you. The only reason I did not give it to you sooner was because I was afraid what my other classmates and my teacher would say. That is all.

Make sure to reply soon, from her it should be the rest of the letter.

With GREAT love, so much,

Nolan A. Kovacik

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