It's hard to imagine you ever being anything but the kind, gentle person I know now. I can only hope that your time in hell was made more bearable by the knowledge that there were people like me out there, who loved and accepted you for who you really are. And I look forward to spending eternity proving that to you.

I'm not sure if I could ever truly understand what you went through in hell, but I'd be honored to listen and support you in any way that I can. Perhaps we could discuss it another time, when our hearts aren't so full of Christmas joy?