I met you randomly, by a pure stroke of chance, on the street in one of the darkest weeks of my life. We have been together in some way or another ever since.
Meeting you that night saved me because you made me see it was possible for me to save myself. You gave me the rhetorical and analytical tools I needed to fight the fog which had dragged me down into my own personal hell.
Darling, there’s so much I want to say to you in this letter, but mainly I need to tell you that I’m sacred.
You fell in love with me whilst I was a broken wreak. I’ve made the decision to get better, but I’m worried that as I pull myself out of the pit, you will not love the person who emerges.
I know you want me to be happy, but you fell in love with a woman who was profoundly sad.