From the moment I met you, I knew there was something different about how I felt. With everyone else, it was just "Yeah, I get along with them. We're allies, so what?" With you, well….I thought it was pretty awesome that we were friends. And that didn't change after I found out you were a girl, either. You kicked ass. What did it matter if you were a chick? I like chicks…in case you haven't noticed.

Sorry, sorry. Trying to be serious here.

I'm no good at showing my feelings. I can't profoundly confess how I feel about you in some flowery little note, or suddenly whack a couple keys on a piano and win your heart like Roddy can. I get that, really…I mean, if you like that sort of bullshit, then whatever. I'm awesome enough to admit that if there's anything Roddy can do better than me, it's being a sentimental pussy. Which is way unawesome. And kinda gay. Just saying.

I know I'm not the most romantic person in the world…hell, I'm maybe one step above America. I know I'm a conceited jackass. I know you know how much I like fucking around with Roddy, and I know it pisses you off, which is why I do it anyway. I know you probably hate me for all that Seven Years' bullshit I put you through. I know that, for whatever the reason, you chose that prissy four-eyes musician bastard over me. I can't make you change your mind….I can bitch and moan about it, and try to get you to leave him and be with me, but in the end it's what you want.

I'll be honest—whenever I think of how he stole you away, it makes me want nothing more than to crush his perfect little skull in. After everything we'd been through, you still ended up running off and becoming one with him. And I can't help but wonder what I did wrong…..if I did something wrong. I don't give a shit how me and Roddy are different. I still care about you, even if I have different ways of showing it. You're an idiot for ever thinking otherwise.

Fuck, this is gonna sound sappy…

I love you. More than you can imagine. More than you ever thought I could show for someone besides my awesome self. I love you, Lizzy, and it hurts for me to say so, because I never thought I could love someone so much. I could kick myself for the number of times I've laid awake at night and just wondered what you were doing at that second, and if you were happy or sad or pissed off, or whatever, and what you would do if I were there. And if you miss me as much as I miss you sometimes. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you… I don't feel like I can say it enough, or show it enough, and that makes it even harder. If it's possible for someone to die of a broken heart, well…..here's hoping I get murdered before then.

I want to see you happy. So I really hope you're happy with the choice you made. I'd be happier if it was with me, but hey. I'll get over it. After all, I've lasted this long, and I'm way too awesome to give in now.

Say hi to Roddy for me.