Dear Alexander James Miller,

Your flower is dying. Sorry, I couldn't keep it alive forever. I guess you didn't really expect me to, did you.
'Will you take this flower to have and to hold, until it dies?"
Of course.
It will die, and so will I.
And just like you didn't expect me to keep the flower alive,
I don't expect you to cry.

Sisterly Love,
Baylee Jean