Dear Erwin,
Love. I think love is the word I was looking for.
This feels so gross, like who even writes these things in this day and age. We have fucking mutant slicing blades and shit and I'm sitting at this desk writing a love letter. Pathetic.
I think I've figured out what made me first fall for you. It was when I hated you.
That sounds bad, but it's true. I never full fledged hated you, but at one time I really thought about it. Your perfect face, your perfect fighting skills, your perfect body, your perfect hands, your perfect persona. Honestly I was a little jealous. Even if I look like this cold heartless titan slaying machine of a guy, I'm not?
I wanted the spotlight that you had and still have, but now that I do I'd give it to you over and over again. Everyone treats me like royalty, but truly you're the one who does most of the work.
The look on your face when you lead everyone out into uncharted territory where we could very well be killed on. You just always look so confident.
I wish I was as confident as you.
— Levi