From: Lucas Garver >

To: Bailey Prescott >

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July 14, 2012 at 9:37 PM

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Dear Bailey,

I didn't think you would be ready for pillow talk this early in our relationship. That's ok, I can appreciate a girl that's confident enough to ask for what she wants ;)

My pillow is at my friend Violet's house. I'm staying with her and her family until I fly out of here. Tell me a little more about your pillow. When it's not at your dad's house, where is it?

I thought about you a lot today. I saw you a few times in groups of girls walking, but then they would turn around and something was different. One girl's nose gave her away. It wasn't at all like yours, small and thin. Another girl didn't smile the way you had at the airport. Each time my heart would race, even though I knew it was all just a figment of my imagination. This is going to sound over the top cheesy, but it's the honest truth-I think I'm suffering from phantom limb. You see, I have this part of me that once was there, only now it's gone. I can still feel it like it's there, just beyond my lips. My hands still remember the way it felt, all soft and delicate beneath my rough palms. That missing piece of me is you. I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget what it felt like to have it be mine.

Goodnight,

Lucas

P.S. Violet wants to see your picture almost as badly as I want to. Send it in the next email, or I'm going to start praying your siblings discover they only like one special part of that Disney movie. It'll be torture to not have that photo, but it won't be as bad as Disney sung by children on repeat. Your move...