Dear You,

I know I'm supposed to write a lot and go on and on about how much I love you and whatever, and given that i used such an abnormally large sheet of paper, I suppose that's only the right thing to do for the environment and your feelings and stuff. But as I'm sure you know, I very rarely do the right thing, so I suppose I'll make this short and get to the point. You're the only thing that makes this whole giving-up-my-life-and-everything-in-it thing worth it. You are everything that is good in my life. Besides Halo. But I guess I don't have that anymore, either...so scratch that. If I hold on to you too tight, just know it's because I won't have you slip away. Well...I suppose that's enough emotional rambling, so I'll do the wrong thing again and leave it on a good note.

Love,
Me.