Dear Jesus (whatever your real name is), there are a couple things I need to get off my chest. I know our relationship has been through a lot, but I want you to know I really feel for that. I honestly thought I was doing the right thing and, stubborn as you fucking made me, I stand by it. I'm well aware I compromised the most beautiful thing I had ever had just to feel better about myself - and that is quite selfish, I admit. But I believe it was just a bump on the road. I'll be back on track. And for a long time I trusted myself, and myself alone, to do it. Again, I always felt that was the right thing to do. But stubborn as I may be, I'm not stupid, you know (and that's also thanks to you. And I really appreciate that!). I realize it now. It's not about how I live my life. It's just about letting you be a part of it. It's about accepting your love, knowing that, even though I might not feel worthy of it, I am. You made me perfect in my own way and I don't think I ever said I'm grateful for that. Tonight, I just want to say thank you. For everything. And sorry for taking so long to do this.