a few things. the first is that i cannot put into words how reading that made me feel—how your letting me read that made me feel. it means everything that you shared that with me, though you already know that. the second thing, which i also can’t put into words, is my love for you. i loved you before and during my reading of that letter, and i love you more after. i love you not despite those things, but because and for those things. third is the last three lines. im not sure anything ive ever read has ever or will ever affect me in that way. its amazingly powerful and beautiful, but its something that you need to internalize. you faced an ultimate betrayal instead of an ultimate validation—a failure to lvoe instead of a reason to, and you still loved anyway. you still do love, and still can be loved, and that doesn’t make you broken. that makes you incredibly strong, wholly perseverant and more whole than anything in the world.