Maybe I understand now.

You're just a man. You don't possess any magical healing powers, those are better left for time, and God. And well... modern medicine.

You make mistakes, you aren't perfect, you've caused me pain. But I'm not perfect, either. I make just as many mistakes, and I'm sure I've caused you pain, too.

My wish for you is to love without fear, and to be open with someone. Truly, and completely open. And if that's tomorrow, lovely. A year from now? Cool. You are the first and only man that I've ever loved, and I want you to have everything you've ever wanted. But more than that, everything you've ever needed. With or without me.

Regardless of time, distance, or what you've said or done; my feelings won't change. Maybe I won't be in love with you anymore, but I don't think I can stop loving you.