Justin,


I no longer regret admitting that you're the most important person in my life.

I've called you my parter by now--several times, and to your face.

You've progressed beyond that of an "unconventional, unorthodoxboyfriend."

It has taken five years to admit, but sex with you is better than with anyone else.

You're the only one I've wanted more than once.

You are--and most likely forever will be--the keeper of my soul.

And I am no longer ashamed to admit this.






What I am ashamed to admit is that I haven't admitted this sooner...