Kyle was sitting in his apartment on a rainy night, sitting at a desk with a pen in his hand and paper in front of him.
He was pensive. Pensive because he wondered what he should write on this blank page before him.
Dear was on the top left corner of that sheet. So it was going to be a letter.
But there was so many people he could write to. His mother, his father, to his sister, his brothers, to all his friends.
And because of this, an idea dawned.
He should write to all his relatives in a letter, saying how much he loved and cherished them. So with a smile on his face, he began writing with his pen, until the blank paper was entirely covered in his love.