Jacqueline...
About last summer.  The worst thing about it for me wasn't that you
didn't tell me.  It was that I didn't know.  I hated that.  I still
hate that.  I've rewritten that moment in the bathroom a million 
times so that when you pulled me into the stall instead of freaking 
out and running away, I lose the confused look, smile and say "I know."
That's how I wish it had happened. But it didn't and I can definitely
sympathize with what Ryder is going through. You, though, should not
be feeling bad about that.  You couldn't cause anything bad in my 
life if you tried.  You being in my life makes it better regardless
of the circumstances.  Always, okay?  

I love you...
Hamilton

p.s. Oreos and champagne?  You have got some weird addictions, but I 
love you anyway :]