My dearest Ella.

So I've been going out with this girl named Ella for a little while now, and I can honestly say that I am the happiest I have ever been since last year. My mother passed away last year, and since then things have been "meh"; not that I'm the depressed sort of fellow, it's just, the sky was always overcast - so to speak - and Ella brought back the sunshine...yeah that's how amazing she is! But being the stupid man that I am, as all of my boys know, I did an idiotic thing by not being completely honest with her. Although, things are settled now, and she's been so kind as give me another chance, I still feel so shitty - I suppose that's my conscience kicking in, punishing me for hurting someone I love so much; it's funny because my conscience never bothered me before I met Ella. Sometimes I don't want to say how I feel, because after all, they are just words, and I have to prove myself to her through my actions...but I hope she does know, that the way I feel is sincere, and that, although these are just words, I do promise to take care of her, and I do promise to never hurt her again, and I do promise to love her with as much love as the soul can give. You readers may think I'm naive, but fuck you; I'm being sincere, and I'll bleed a terrible Shakespearian death if I have to prove it. This right here marks a new chapter in my life; no more games, and no more fucking around with girls. And I have Ella to thank for this...so thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, and lastly, thank you. Ella, if or when you read this, I want you to know that I love you, and trust me, I'm not using it lightly.