I'm twenty six years old now. But I guess you know that, don't you? It's been ten years since you took me from that airport, since you stole me away from everything and everyone I knew. Ten years since you got sent to jail. But today's your release date, isn't it? Yes, I remember. I don't know how I could forget, when it's been constantly playing on my mind for the past decade. I also don't know why I'm writing to you, when I'm not even sure where you live anymore. I guess this is just something I need to do.

I stopped talking about you, after a while. I stopped trying to convince them that you never hurt me, that you never would. Hell, I've lost count of how many stupid counsellors my parents made me go and see because of the way that I kept mentioning you. Like when they'd water the plants in out house, I'd say "Ty never gave his plants enough. I always had to water them myself." They would look at me, horrified stares etched upon their faces. Or when I'd start complaining about the cold British weather, saying that you would fine it positively freezing. Looking back, I find it kinda funny. You were never really far from my thoughts, you know. You still aren't.

However, there is something that I feel I need to tell you. Three years ago, a met a man called Danny. It was such a cliché, our first meeting. Basically, we were at a party, our eyes met across the room and, well, there you have it: we began dating. I told him everything, after a couple of months, when it became more serious. Every single detail of what you did to me. And you know what he did? He stayed. Yes, that's right: he stayed. I had prepared myself for the worst, psyching myself up to think that he wouldn't want me. That he wouldn't want damaged goods. That he wouldn't want a girl who was messed up in the head, who was stolen from an airport, and might have even…loved her captor. But he did want me. He wanted me so much that one year ago he proposed to me. I said yes. He's so loving and caring. Like you in away, apart from he would never hurt me. But you used to be so good at that, didn't you? OK, I have to admit that wasn't fair. Because, as much as I hated you, I have to admit, even now, that's you never meant to hurt me.

But really, Ty, the whole point of this letter is to thank you. So, thank you. You loved me, so much that I think it physically hurt you sometimes, but you still let me go. If you didn't, I don't think I would've been here now. That snake would have drained the life out of me. I'm glad that you saw sense, and didn't let it happen.

But, just listen now, for a moment. I want you to promise me something, before I go. I want you to move on, if you haven't already. I want you to lead a normal, healthy and happy life. Find a woman that can love you back, have kids, and get a dog. You could do anything, just as long as you live your life to the full. Most importantly, though, I want us to part as friends. Can we do that, please? It would mean the world to me, to know that no matter what, I will always have a part of you.

So, this is for the last time. Goodbye Ty, my sunshine.

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