Dear Calum, 

Remember when I used to lie down on your chest, and listen to your heartbeat as it solwly pulls me into a deep sleep? I loved listening to your heartbeat, because it represents that you, Calum Hood, is indeed alive, and real. If only I could forever hear it, even when it's the last thing that I'll do before I die. Your heartbeat is a gift. You are a gift to the world. I just wish you knew that. 

You were always insecure, but I did not fail to show you how beautiful you are. You're very precious, Cal, more precious than any diamond and gold there is all together. I never failed  to tell you how much I loved you, even when we were miles and miles away. I wish you'd see your worth. 

Yours sincerely, 

Bea