I understand how cliche this is. I love you. Your blonde hair, your light blue eyes, the way your face blossoms into a smile. You saved me. I was a broken girl, abused and isolated. And because of you, I found the will to live. And at first, it was only gratitude. After all, you were my teacher. But years have passed and I still think about you. You saved my life. And I never got to thank you, and I might never have the chance. Except here. Here where I could say anything, and I choose this:
Thank you, Kelly.