"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." -Eleanor Roosevelt

So. You're gone now. And I can't help but feel happy. I mean, I miss you more than I've missed anything before in my life, but you're in the right place. I know you are, and you know you are.

You've realized things as of late. Things that I've been feeling for three and a half years now. And I'm scared. I'm afraid I'm going to lose it. But at the same time I feel so wonderful and beautiful and it's all because of you.

I've almost found my niche in life. I'm not quite exactly where I want to be, but I'm comfortable and I'm happy. Happy and optimistic for once. Yet I know there's somewhere else I need to be, something else I need to be doing. Which is why I'm going to be going on a mission of my own in 6 months.

I had a dream last night. Like all dreams since you left, you were in it. But this wasn't one of the happy dreams I've been having; this one, you were upset with me, and you wouldn't talk to me... and it hurt. I know that you're better than that, and for the past 6 months I've gotten to see that in action. You've only grown more since you left, as well as I.

Bittersweet, isn't it? I've always been one for the romanticized views. If only you could see how far this has come. I mean, I know you can see it when I write to you, but I want you to see just how happy I am, how proud I am of you, how every word you say and write bears a really good weight on me. And it is good. You've helped me, I hope you know. Helped me more than I could ever tell you, or you will ever know in this life.

I tell you again, I love you. I love you with more than just my heart; I love you with everything I am. You are everything I have ever wanted; you help me smile even when I'm feeling down, and even though you're away. I could never tell you enough how much I love you, and I could never describe how much I want to be better whenever I think of you.

And now, I close this.

~Me