Dear Prairie,
I love you.
I never thought I would love someone.
Figured any chance of that died when I became the "Black Shadow" of the Undernet.
Then I came here.
A world. One of millions. Billions. The chances were so incredibly low.
How lucky am I?
Lucky that I found here. Lucky that I stayed.
Lucky that I met you.
Again, a one-in-a-million chance.
One that I wouldn't pass up for the world.
When I asked my father what love was, he described it as:
"When you would do anything to put a smile on another's face. When you would give the world to wipe away their tears."
It is that.
But it's so much more.
Prairie, thank you.
Thank you for being in my life.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for helping.
Thank you,
for giving me a chance.
Forte
