To Whom It May Concern

Today there was some...unpleasantness. I'm not going to talk about it in detail, because I have been wisely advised not to. However, I do feel the need to set certain things straight.

There was never a time in my life where I have been happy that Katie Keenan was unhappy. It's true that I ended it, and at the time I thought I had done the right thing, for both of us, and in time I came to regret the decision. Were you to ask anyone in my life how I was at the time, I wasn't exactly jubilant about the entire situation. In fact, I was cutting, I was crying constantly, and I was borderline suicidal. I came out of it, but months later I still loved her. I never stopped loving her, not for a second. I thought her only chance for happiness was to live without me, and I remained despondent over her...well, until she came back into my life. My closest friend, Darien, urged me to take the shot with her because every time I bitched about being lonely and he gave me some variant of the "plenty of fish in the sea" argument I'd respond with the assertion that I had my one catch, and to compare them to her, I'd reel in nothing but old boots. I know I did wrong. I don't forget for a second that I hurt her, and that I don't deserve her, but she has forgiven me, and we're together, and I don't think I've ever been happier in my life. She's wonderful, she's amazing, she's everything I could ever ask for. She makes life worth living. I haven't forgiven myself for being such a fool, but she has. Part of me still hates myself for ever dreaming to cause her pain. Part of me always will, probably. But she's forgiven me. My one treasure in life, my Lois Lane, my Gwen Stacy, my Black Canary, my Linda Park, my Carol Ferris, you name it. She's let me back into her life, and whether or not people hate me for loving her, or hate me for being with her, or hate me for just being alive, I'm never, ever, going to stop loving her for a second. I loved her when I met her, I loved her when I was a stupid child and proposed, I loved her when I ended it, I loved her as she hated me, I loved her when she let me speak to her again, I loved her when I met her again, almost a year later, for coffee. I love her now. I'm never, ever, going to stop loving her. There's nothing in this world that can stop me. So you can hate me, but it won't stop me loving her, not now, not ever.