James Johnson; I hated myself for everything I ever did to you. And you still forgave me. But when it came to me forgiving you, I didn't think I could. Aleasha (or Erick; or whatever she/he wants to be called -.-) had to sit me down and tell me straight up 'Corey; when you go...do you want James to think you always hated him because you wouldn't forgive him? Do you want him to sit in the corner with that knife, ready to stab it through his heart so that you two can be together again and he can truly see if you loved him?' I never knew how right she would be. So here it is.
I do forgive you. What I've done and what you've done may only be a small bump. The bigger one is yet to come; and that's my...my death. I hate thinking about it; but I can't help it. It's coming, and I find it harder every day to get out of bed; to sit in front of a computer. But I do it every day for you. I get up for you. I go online for you. I do everything for you. Because I love you.
And I'm sorry. And again; I forgive you.
