Dear God,
Jesse and I spent last night together.
We didn't do anything, but it felt nice to be wrapped in someone's arms.
I felt safe.
Jesse showed me his scars today. He told me he did them to himself, when he was in a dark place.
I kissed his scars and told him that he'll get better and that I loved him very much.
He told me he loved me too.
Love,
Mackenzie
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