Dear Otis. You know I hate soppy romantic stuff. So don’t get your hopes up. This isn’t a love letter. When we first met, I didn’t trust anyone. I thought if I kept everybody out, I’d stop myself from being hurt or let down, which is what I was used to. Then we set the clinic up together, and I realised that most of the people who came to us for help really just needed connection. And maybe I wasn’t so different. You have the rare ability to make people feel truly seen. And you did the same for me. It was this and your relentless optimism about human beings that gave me the courage to start opening myself up to other people. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel alone, which allowed me to imagine something bigger for myself. I want you to know that however much it fucking hurts that we can’t be together, I won’t ever close myself off again. Meeting you cracked my heart open, and now it’s forever changed. And because of that, I will carry a part of you with me wherever I go. I think what I’m trying to say is thanks for everything, dickhead.
