Letter to you

Dear Tristana

I know in the past I've caused you pain, and I'm sorry.
And I'll always be sorry, 'til the day I die.
And I hate this pen I'm holding, because I should be holding you.
I hate this paper under my hand, because it isn't you. I even hate
this letter, because it's not the whole truth. Because the whole
truth is...so much more than a letter can even say.
If you wanna hate me, go ahead. If you wanna burn this letter, do it.
You could burn the whole world down. You could tell me
to go to hell -- I'd go, if you wanted me to. And I'd send you a
letter from there.

Sincerely, JC