Dear someone,

I saw your face today. And the way my hear did race today. And my loss of words to say. And no matter what it is あなた say, it seems like it was just yesterday, when あなた broke my ハート, 心 that day. So now each and every night before bed, I lay and before I sleep and snore in bed, I fight with the words in my head, As they stumble around unlike the words thy head. The ones in mine haven't gotten over あなた yet. I imagine you'll never read this, but my ハート, 心 is what leads to this. And even if あなた one 日 read this, now that my lips have freed this, would あなた even now what it's about, who it's about? Because it is about the breaking of my heart, done によって thou.

Sincerely,
Someone あなた probably won't remember now that あなた have Ashley.

P.S. Who ever あなた are, who ever あなた aren't, when あなた read this, beware of my bleeding eyes and crying heart.