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Dear Lucas,
I'm sorry for being stupid. I know, you're going to come chasing me for saying that and demanding I, how would you say it? Take it back! in the annoyed voice of yours. Sorry if this feels really insincere but I'm just trying to make the most of a bad situaiton; you know, the fact I'm going to die and all of that.
Basically, to cut the chase, I'm sorry. I'm really damn sorry I couldn't be better for you. You try so, so hard to help me but I push you away, over and over and it's not your fault. None of this is your fault. You, Lucas Sinclair, gave me the best years of my damn life and the only reason we aren't driving into the sunset right now is because I'm a screw up. This is my fault - my fault. Don't blame this on yourself and make sure no one else blames it on themselves.
I really wished I reached out to you more often. Even when I was being a total loser and acting all stuck up this past year, you were there for me. You were always there for me, even whilst I made you feel like crap.
I love you, Lucas Sinclair, and I always will.
From,
Max ♡