By the time you read this, chances are that I'll no longer be with you. So instead of giving you a present, I'd like you to hear me out.
Anon, this is important.
I don't want you to ever hate anyone. Something occurred to me. Feelings of love and feelings of hate both start out as caring about someone. It's sad, but I think that sometimes, when those feelings aren't returned, those feelings of love change into hate. If something like that ever happens, I want you to think back to our childhood. Back to a time when we could only love openly and honestly... no matter how often we got hurt.
I want you to go on living, Anonymous. Love people openly without being scared of getting hurt. I truly was lucky to have known you.