I know that things haven't been the greatest lately and I haven't exactly been a...perfect man for you, but for a century and a half I've been battling with myself and my feelings for you. I've waited and waited and waited, and now I'm not sure what I was waiting for anymore. I love you, I always will, but there's things I can't forgive--including things I myself have done. I'm sorry. And I really mean that. Thank you for taking the time to show me what it's like to love you again. I know you'll find someone else. You always manage somehow, that's just who you are.