Dear Amy,

Look at me.
Please.
Just one acknowledgment will help.
I hate having you angry at me.
Our petty fights have never lasted past a day...
but I realize that this isn't one of those fights.

...I'm not sorry, not one bit.
I don't regret this at all.
But here's what you need to understand:  
I can't help it.
I can't change my heart and my feelings and who those feelings are directed towards.
I don't see her body, I see the person she is.
Yes, I realize she's one of your closest friends.
Yes, I realize it was wrong not to tell you immediately.
Yes, I realize that this changes the way you see me...

But I am still me.

My heart is just more open now.
I'm so happy, Amy.
Really happy.
Don't you see that?
You were the one who said I was acting differently...
Apparently, you knew why.
Why didn't you come and talk to me, just ask me yourself?
I'm not turning this on you, promise.
Just wondering why you didn't want to talk about your suspicions.

I was going to tell you, just didn't know how to yet.
Sorry you had to find out from two people I don't even consider friends anymore.
(And if both of you see this, I hope you feel like ****.)
Now that I know how to tell you, you won't speak to me.
Maybe I'll just print this out or send you the link...

Until you start speaking to me (and Rachel) again:

I love you.

All my love,
*Leigh