Hey Jack Pearson,

I’d call you by your real name, but that won’t do justice to your character, right? I just want you to know how awesome you are. And how I really want me to be you; a perfect everything. Jack, you are something. You are something so special and just so beautiful.

When I saw your house getting burnt, for a while I felt that my house is getting burnt. You know that feeling of attachment. I felt I have been a part of your life all these while. And when you died, I don’t know if you believe me, but I couldn’t stop crying. It was like an important person of my life has been taken away. I love you, Jack. I love you for the perfect person you have been. I love you for all the love you have spread around, To Randal, and Kate and everybody.

This is a little personal, but I’d like you to know. Every time when you say, “I Love you, Bec.” I find you super cute. It’s a wonder to know that you don’t hesitate even for a while to tell her how much you adore her. Remember every time Kate doesn’t feel okay, you’ve always been there to listen to her and let her speak her heart out. How can she feel a little less loved when she has you? In fact, how can anybody not feel loved, when they have you?

Dear, Jack Pearson, you’re a beautiful soul. You’re a perfect father. A perfect husband. And a perfect lover. I’d never believed that perfection exists, but you proved me wrong.

I love you. We all love you.

And just like Rebecca, Kevin, Kate and Randall, we miss you too, sweetheart.

Yours,

Someone who adores you.