Part III. So here I am, kneeling in this absurd heaven, surrounded by angels who pretend not to stare, finally whispering the truth I was too afraid to offer you: I am yours. All of me. Even the parts I tried to burn. Even the love I tried to starve. Even the man I tried to kill in the name of purity. If this is who I am, then let it be holy. If this is who I am, then let it be enough. And if this is who I am because you loved me into existence then God, teach me how to love myself with even a fraction of the tenderness you used to make me.