Notes
Dear Lydia Martin,
I've always disliked love stories. I used to think they were cheesy and cliché and everything I swore I'd never be.
And then you came along, with your vibrant green eyes and blinding smile, and it all went downhill from there. (Scott bet me ten bucks on the ten year plan, and I've never been happier to be ten bucks richer)
I do not trust myself to do our love story justice with meager words, so I've entrusted our long winded journey in the gentle hands of a melody.
This is the story of how I fell in love with you, Lydia Martin, the girl with fire for blood and a heart made of pure gold (as much as you may deny it). Thank you for always being there to catch me.
Love,
Stiles Stilinski
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