Now

Weren't able to set the emotions free; the anguish for the broken promises, madness of your own self and the love that had to leave.

... and yet you have prayed for this person; have shared a part of your self you never shared to anyone; have written words you thought were too fictional for you to even write as a letter. And you know those written words you have kept at bay for years will only belong to someone - just for him.  The words itself refused to be written down again. 

That's just it. 

Two choices on your plate though: to place it in a mason jar and throw it or keep it at arms length. I think....

... I'll have the latter.