I love you.

My father keeps telling me that I am too young to even understand what love is. I keep telling him that Romeo was sixteen and Juliet was fourteen. I think grown-ups forget what they were like at our age. They don’t remember that they knew love.

This is what I know.

That I can tell when you enter a room without looking. That I hear your voice and my heart beats faster. That the first time I saw you, I was lost. That it is you. Only you. You are the one.

I know that I was searching for something. And you are the answer to everything I was looking for. I know that life changed the day I saw you. It bent around the shape of you. And now it will always be different because I have loved you.

The world is a dark thing filled with hate. But your love has been my light. My nights have been lonely. But your love has kept watch with me. My days have been filled with fear, but your love has laughed at my side. You are never away from me. Every moment you are in my heart, in my thoughts. Who can ever separate us? When you live here in my heart.

When you get this letter, I will be gone. But my love will always stay.

I know you will hurt. You will cry. Don’t, my beloved. Don’t. I could not bear it.

I want you to know that you have been loved. And no one and nothing can take that from you. I want you to remember that each time you feel alone. I want you to remember that each morning. I want you to remember that in the dark nights that never end. I want you to remember that with each cup of coffee you ever drink. You have been loved. As fully, as completely, as one human being is capable of loving another.

You have been loved with all my heart.

I love you. And I always will.

—Aman