"It is just as it is with the flower. If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. But, no matter how you try, you can never reach the sky, you can never reach for your breathtaking flower. It just continues lightening your night with its glorious figure. You are my flower, {{user}}. You are so close, yet so far. You are so pretty, yet so lonely."

he sighed, placing yet another love letter on her desk, and leaving before she comes back.