"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

So, i already wrote you a letter before, but today it was more than a necessity. Some hours ago, it completed 3 years since you’re gone. I don’t know what’s exactly my right of being so sad for years when i never got the chance to see you in person. But today someone told me that fan’s love is the purest one, because we just expect nothing in return, we just want to know that the person we love is okay.
And i just want to know you’re okay. I spend the day worried about being such a weak person. I was afraid of being the kind of person who’s remembering you in a wrong way, but know what? I just figured out i have this right. I can cry, and i can miss you, because i love you.
I can miss the hug i’ll never give you, and i can miss the happiness i would feel when i could finally look you in the eyes. I don’t know how things work after we die, but i like to think that there’s a way for you to see how things are going on here. I like to imagine that you’re right above us, smiling and being proud of yourself for this beautiful legacy you left.
Well, i hope you’re proud of yourself, because i am. It doesn’t matter to me the way you died, i only care about the amazing human being you were, and how your beautiful and bright soul brought light into so many lives, including mine.

I love you, giant guy with a heart even bigger.