"Hey, baby.
Surprise. I know this probably feels a little bit morbid... But I just hate the idea that I'm not gonna be there to see anda freak out over turning 30. I mean, it kills me not to be there. Heh-heh. That's funny. Okay. No, it's not. You're gonna be so impressed. I have a plan, baby. Can anda believe it? I've written anda letters. Letters that will be coming to anda all sorts of ways. I waited till your birthday. I figured anda weren't stepping out of the house for a while. Letter number one will be arriving tomorrow. Now, anda must do what I say, okay? Don't try to figure out how the letters are coming. It's too brilliant and it'll ruin my plan. Just go along with me on this. Because the thing is, I just can't say goodbye yet. So for starters. I want anda to get dolled up, and just go out and celebrate tonight. Go out with your girlies. I hereby free anda from a party with your family, especially your mom. Oh, man, your mom's there, isn't she? Mm. Shit. Sorry, Patricia. It isn't that I don't cinta you, but she needs to get a little crazy. So have a slice of the bloody cake, put on your dress and get out of the apartment. Denise, make a plan. Just leave me with John, okay? And know that wherever I am, I'm missing you. Happy birthday.
I cinta you."

Save yourself bruises and buy yourself a bedside lamp. And remember, a disco diva must look her best. Go buy yourself a knock-out outfit. You'll need it for when my selanjutnya letter comes. And I know anda hate your job, but I'll help. Look for a sign. You'll know what to do.
P.S. I cinta you.

Holly.
Go on disco diva! Karaoke this month. Perform and anda never know, anda might be rewarded...
P.S. I cinta you.

My leather jaket is for you. I always loved the way that looked on you. But the rest of my stuff, anda don't need it. Make some luar angkasa in that bloody apartment for yourself. Go on. It's time, baby.
P.S. I cinta you.

Hey, Big Mama.
Make sure my baby has a good time. Make sure anda and John do everything anda wanna do, whenever anda wanna do it. And make sure my baby does things. I want anda to take her fishing. And be sure to give yourself a big, sweaty pony-boy ciuman from me.

Denise, take holly to Whelan's, my favorit pub. There's beautiful musik to be heard, beautiful people to be around. And Denise, you're going to heaven for being my baby's friend. I'm making all the arrangements up here for you. Got a few hot men lined up. I hear Ben Franklin's hung like a racehorse.
cinta you.

To my Galway Girl:
You're an malaikat for seeing my folks. I told anda my mom didn't hate your guts. Well, anda know, anymore. anda are now standing in my fort, where I did all my big thinking. This is where I stood thinking about anda after the very first time we met. anda didn't look real to me at first. I never saw so many warna on one girl before... But anda looked like anda belonged out there, all right. anda and all your colors. Do anda remember the first thing anda ever berkata to me? ("I'm lost.") Oh, anda didn't look lost, not to me. At first, the no-talking thing didn't last. Before long, I couldn't get anda to shut up. But anda were so cute, trying to impress me with William Blake and all your grand plans. I had no idea what anda were talking about... I didn't have a clue, actually. I loved anda right then and there. Life had changed as I knew it. And now it's changed again, love. See, I don't worry about anda remembering me... It's that girl on the road anda keep forgetting. "My business is to create. It doesn't even matter what anda do." anda told me that, remember? P.S. So go home. Go find it. Find that thing that makes anda like nobody else. I'll help. Look for a sign.

Dear Holly,
I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be halaman awal soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane atau make anda buy a lamp, anda can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell anda how much anda pindah me, how anda changed me. anda made me a man, oleh loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... Literally. If anda can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, atau unsure, atau anda lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank anda for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. anda made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in cinta again. Watch out for that signal, when life as anda know it ends.
P.S. I will always cinta you.

Dear Gerry,
anda berkata anda wanted me to fall in cinta again... And maybe one hari I will, but there are all kinds of cinta out there. This is my one and only life... And it's a great and terrible and short and endless thing... And none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan except that it's time my mom laughed again. She's never seen the world. She's never seen Ireland, so I'm taking her back to where we started. Maybe now she'll understand. I don't know how anda did it, but anda brought me back from the dead. I'll write to anda again soon.
P.S. Guess what.