Disclaimer: I don't own The Perks Of Being A Wallflower.
I'm not quite sure what to say, Charlie. I know just about everything about you while you know nothing about me, other than the fact that I don't try to sleep with people even if I could, but it doesn't really matter, does it? Your teacher is right, Charlie, you're incredibly special and I would've loved to meet you. I would've loved to meet the person who could hurt so much and still manage to love and forgive. You think I'm a good person, Charlie, but I don't know if I would've been able to do what you did; I don't know if I would've been able to forgive as you did, I really do admire you.
I'm glad to know you didn't randomly pick me, Charlie, but I don't think I would've minded; not if I got to learn about you. I must admit reading your letters had me worried so many times, I waited anxiously, worrying I would not get another letter, and I suppose I won't now, but at least this time I can trust you to take care of yourself.
I can understand why you choose to write to me instead of a diary, and I'm glad you did, though I can't actually help, I hope I helped. You didn't waste my time. Knowing you was not a waste of time, and reading about your adventures was certainly something else. I won't look for her and I won't look for you, you never wanted that, but I want you to know that I never minded your letters, though I was surprised when I first found them.
There's much to say, Charlie, much to comment on, but I won't do that. I'll save that for if we ever met, and perhaps we will. For now I want you to know that you made wrong choices and you made right choices and you lived. You lived, Kid, you didn't just exist and that's something in and of itself. I've learned so much from you, particularly that loving someone doesn't mean living for them, and I've found out about great books, music and a haunting poetry piece. I learned how one can feel infinite…
Charlie, I hope you're having a great year. I hope you're participating and reading and feeling infinite. I will believe that things are good for you and that they will be even when they're not. I will believe and hope you're happy and with your friends, but I do wish you to remember that I am here for you. Though I suppose it's better to learn to speak out to those near you, I will always be here. Most importantly; I want you to remember you're special, Charlie. Never forget that.
Wishing you luck & happiness,