[It's written in meticulous blue crayon. Easy to read, but the writer is definitely fond of a rather swirly writing style.]

Hello, Romeo.

There is a man on my world, who has worked all his life to please another. I believe he has been here.

If he has not, then maybe in the future. The heros of our lost worlds are important too.

He has never given up, never hesitated. Nobody sings his praises. Nobody likes being around him.

But he keeps trying.

It doesn't matter what happens to him. It doesn't matter what fate awaits him. He doesn't understand the idea of giving up. Not about this precious goal of his.

He prefers to be known as a rose, so that is all the name I will give him.

He will not be remembered, except perhaps by me.

He is one of the greatest heros my world has ever seen, and none will ever know it.