Dear April,

I love you. I don't know what I can write to follow that up, honestly, because that's really all there is to it. I've known that since the very fist moment I saw you. Granted, what Raphael said to me when I first saw you is completely true; you were the first and only real girl I had ever seen at the time. But I didn't just fall in love with you because you were the first. I fell in love with you because you were and are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen anywhere. My brothers and I, but especially me, loved to learn about the surface world before we went up those few months ago. We would watch all the television we could, or sometimes we'd find old magazines and newspapers that we'd study as though our lives depended on it. Once I made my first computer and connected it to the surprisingly strong WIFI signal, (which I suspect has something to do with the fact that the lair was a subway station back in the day), we had access to the wonderful world of internet and all of the glory that accompanied it. So, naturally, being the teenage turtles we were, we took an interest in the girls we could now see online. It was never inappropriate, of course! Well, at least, I never looked at anything inappropriate, but I have my doubts about Raph…

Anyways, the point is that I knew what to expect, but you…. You caught me off guard. And I know this isn't some petty teenage boy crush. It feels like love, you know? And there isn't one doubt in my mind that that's exactly what it is: love.

It's a rather obscure concept to define. The dictionary I memorized at age twelve says it's a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, but in that case I love my brothers. Which I do, of course, but it's not the same. The type of love I'm talking about can be learned in one of two ways: through media such as television, or experiencing it for yourself. Of course, only the latter of the two really works; the first is just for children who convince themselves they know the definition. For quite a while, that was me. I thought I knew what it was by watching a boy and a girl kiss on our favorite cartoons. And I'll admit that I found this media-induced concept rather trivial. I always asked myself, 'why would I want to kiss some icky girl when I could be working in my lab?' And then I saw you and everything changed.

You're gorgeous in every possible way. You're beautiful, smart, funny, charming, determined, strong, and sweet. I don't want to take my eyes off you for a millisecond because I'm afraid that if I do, I'll miss a millisecond of all your beauty, and that's the last thing I'd want to do. Well, maybe second to last; it may or may not be behind drinking a glass of H2SO4, otherwise known as sulfuric acid… but, yeah, you get my point!

I've come to realize that you're probably well aware of my crush on you by now, and I know you'll probably never feel the same way about me that I feel about you, but I just want you to know that I'm going to keep on loving you and protecting you until the end of life on Earth as we know it, regardless of your feelings for me. I figure it's the least I can do.

With love,

Donatello