Lucarly: This is the second winning couple of my poll. I warn you, it's really, really short. I sort of intended it to be that way. I think it has more meaning like this.

Mai: Hm...Well, do whatever you want.

Lucarly: ...Thanks.

Mai: Whatever. Lucarly does not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Letters to America

It's been exactly one year since she left to study dance in America. And in that year, I've written 365 letters to America - All of them addressed to her.

Her being Anzu.

For as long as I can remember, I've been head-over-heels in love with her. So, seeing her leave was a bittersweet moment for me: I was happy that she getting the opportunity to obtain her dream of dancing on a stage...But crushed by the prospect of not seeing her for what could be years.

Before she left though, she consoled me with the fact that we could keep touch through writing to one another. Each one growing increasingly more passionate.

I took her words of comfort to heart and wrote her a letter every single day; Love letters to be exact.

Of course, I never sent them. Not one. I didn't have the nerve to - So I stashed them all in my desk.

It was pathetic, and I knew it.

That's why I decided that I would write and send my 366th letter today.

And in it, I would admit my feelings.

I sat down at my desk and pulled out a clean sheet of paper along with a pen.

Dear Anzu,

You've probably been thinking that I'm the worst friend ever, not writing to you once for a whole year. Well, I am. But not for that reason. Actually, believe it or not, I have exactly 365 letters in my desk, all with your name on it - And I haven't been confident enough to send them to you. Why? Because in them, they have the truth about how I feel about you. And that's why I'm the worst friend ever. Because good friends tell each other the truth - And I haven't been telling you the truth for the past eight years. So, I'll tell you right now, in this letter.

I paused for a brief moment, preparing to write the next thing, as if I was actually saying it to her.

I love you.

I know it's pathetic to admit this in a letter. It would be much better to tell you in person. I hope you won't hate me for it, or think I'm a complete idiot. I guess it's better to tell you in writing than never though, right? But what do I know? I'm only 19 - I'm barely out of adolescence.

I stopped and sighed, trying to think of what to say next - There were so many things I wanted to say, but it just didn't feel right. I knew Anzu deserved to hear my feelings from me, and not ink and paper.

So that was it - That was what I would say!

But I should stop making excuses for myself. I think you should hear all what I have to say to you in person - And believe me, there's a lot more I want, no, need to say. So...That's why I'll raise money to go to America, to tell you face-to-face. I really want to see you dance too, if that's okay with you.

I paused again, and tapped the pen mindlessly against the paper.

Please write back soon.


Lucarly: I told you it was short.

Mai: ...Please review.