Some day, I'll open up my heart, show my hand and let everybody know about you.
Some day, I'll write about how much you changed me - when you asked me never to change.
How much you made me want to stay - when you told me to go.
How you were the worst thing that could have happened to me at the worst possible time - because you were the best thing that ever happened to me.
Some day, I'll thank you for showing me how to be myself, and, more importantly, how to forgive myself for what I am.
One day, I'll write all this and publish it so that all the world can know.
Wait, no. I'll take that back. I don't think I'd be comfortable with that.