See that scrapbook outside your doorstep, Jake? Take it. It's yours.
I'm giving it to you as I rely on fate to write our ending instead of me.
I told you I would never love you the first time you asked me if I do and it was the truth but the rest of the times my nos became lies. Little white lies I would never regret.
I'm sorry for making you love me even if it happened in an unconscious feat and to atone for my mistakes I wrote you this scrapbook, a record of our dates, nights, days and how I came to love you.