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Dear Lorenzo, I can talk about it now. I can face it, here goes. I fucked around and fell in love again. I did NOT see this coming. I don't know that I will ever be able to communicate to you just how bottomless the depth of my depression had become. The burden of carrying that much pain, guilt, shame, hurt, and anger was all encompassing. All consuming. There was room in my life for Amira and my grief only. When I finally began to heal, when I began to work again, to smile again, to HOPE again, it took precious little to make me happy. Three walks a day with Butters. Five minutes of banter with Amira. A new season of Love Victor on Hulu. And all day video chats with Cap. He became my best friend again. And then he became more. It's literally taken me a year, A SOLID YEAR to accept the fact that... I'm in love with him. But even more importantly, I still have a lot of life to live. I'm still here. I didn't die on July 5th, 2016. And I owe it to myself to start aga...