In a Letter

Brian tapped his feet nervously, and pulled a strand of his hair repeatedly. He sat on the table of the unmoving tour bus, trying to make his best handwriting on the paper before him. Many other unlucky sheets were scattered around the table, some even crumbled into balls.
He sighed deeply and crumbled the paper, throwing it with the rest.
He never imagined writing a letter could be as hard. He just had to pour his heart into the paper, it wasn't that hard, right? Wrong. He needed it to be perfect, because the letter was for the most perfect human being to his eyes.