I'm not afraid of you anymore. I love you, and I thank you for molding me into twenty-seven year old me. I'm so sorry for all of the things you did to me and I did to you. Thank you for persevering when all you wanted to do was lay six feet under, too. You may not have been then, but you're one of my heros now. You were magical then and I have a feeling the thirty-five year old version of us will say you were pretty magical at twenty-seven, too.
Thanks you/me, and I love you dearly. Go get 'em.