I'm really sorry to say this but this is the last letter in Confessions from the Heart. It's not because of lack of inspiration; I just eventually lost enthusiasm for writing this and I didn't feel like making any more. But I figured Zay never got a response from Lucas, so why not a final shot? There won't be a new letter three months later or something: this is a permanent ending. Hopefully you won't flame me in the reviews (it just feels like a chore whenever I have to update this certain story). I'm proud of my work and I love that you all favorite and followed and reviewed so much, I just kinda fizzed out. Hopefully you'll read my other stories though. I'm sorry if you had a great suggestion but I just can't do that anymore. I love GMW, I love writing, and most of all, and I love you guys for actually liking something I made myself (especially since I really want to be an author one day), but I don't love dragging myself on for this particular story. I can't change my decision. I hope you'll understand and I hope you like this final letter.

Dear Zay Babineaux,

Back in Texas, you were the only one who didn't believe I was bad. Whenever I wanted to get into trouble, you didn't shake your head or try to drag me away; you laughed and hopped right in. Other people thought I needed help, others believed I was a waste of space, but you knew I was worth fighting for. You supported me when others wanted to turn away. You accepted that I was wild, that I was crazy, and that I was different. We were the perfect duo, we protected each other, we depended on each other for strength, and we needed each other. But I guess things are different.

I bottled everything up. I threw away what used to be me. I actually believed there was something wrong with me. I patched up my flaws and presented myself as what people wanted me to be. And while I've gained amazing friends, I hated what I was doing to myself. And while you messed things up when you transferred to New York, you helped me find the Lucas that I tried to suppress for months. Zay, I can't believe I actually spend time away from you and survived. The person I was without you was completely different than the person I am when I'm with you. You make me feel real, like I'm not crazy, like I'm not a delinquent like everyone else said. And I don't think I'll ever be the same if you leave again.

I want to say this before I explode: I read your letter, I thought it was sweet. More than that, I'd say it was a relief. Zay, I love you too. It was so amazing to know that I wasn't crazy after all to be in love with you. I don't know what to do now, though. You love me, I love you, but there are a million casualties that can happen if someone else finds out. But I can't stand the thought of pretending to be just buds if you and I know that's there's something underneath. We'll find a way. I hope we can.

Love, Lucas Friar

Remember, I love you all. Bye guys.