Without hope or agenda, because it's Christmas, and at Christmas you tell the truth. To me, you are perfect. And my wasted heart will love you.
I watched Love Actually again last night. It is perfection. No movie will ever replace it in my heart. It has everything. It also allows me to pine for Bilbo Baggins and Rick Grimes all at once. What? Rick Grimes is hot.
Oh, you mean the Bilbo part? Martin Freeman is super attractive and I don't need to justify my love for him to anyone (Andrea).
My love for hobbitses is not the point of this post. The point of this post is that at Christmas, you tell the truth. So today, I'm going to do just that.
The truth is, I'm not sorry I sent that letter. I hope you got it. I hope you read it. I don't regret anything I said. Because in it, I told the truth.