The guilt of knowing what I know and not being truthful followed me for months and kept me up at night, and rightly so. You deserve the best guy in the world and nothing less, and I'm sorry I can't be that person for you; the statement “You never know what you have until it's gone” resonates with me because it applies perfectly to how I ruined a perfectly good relationship. I realize you probably don't care what I have to say and you have every right to feel that way; I'm just tired of living with this lie and the first person who should be told the truth is you. I want to thank you for reading this letter; my words may still not mean much, but I hope I've given you some insight into why I did what I did (no matter how wrong it was and is). If you have any questions or want me to clarify something, don't hesitate to write to me or call me. I wish you good luck at the University of Illinois (I know you'll do well!) and good luck in your career as a musician (I can already see your name plastered on posters in theaters all over the world) and maybe, just maybe,