[The the first thing she attaches is a picture of the picture now framed and hanging against a stone wall. It'll eventually make the move to her treehouse.]
I will start with a truth because we did and it was easy. I am afraid of men. I figured out you were male when you talked about getting your dick wet but I'm not afraid of you. Something with that changed recently and maybe that's it, but I thought you should know. This is one event where I did not come out worse for wear and I'm glad I didn't. You seem nice, if sad. (Also, to be fair, the party before the last one was awful, but I made a friend, which was good, so it wasn't all bad.)
She's awesome, and I want to write that word in rainbows and glitter because she always makes the world seem a little less dark. We both have our sore places, the bad, rotten spots in our memory, but I no longer feel like that bruised apple left on the ground to rot, you know?
Do you still love him?
Yes, if you're willing to share. I know why I'm angry, but I'm a lot of things all the time, angry is just one of them, but I know why.
-Robbins
P.s. I think you should name her River Tam, from Firefly.