I first want to start by saying you sir are a sadist. Who in the world possibly thinks of this stuff? What's wrong with you? Do you hate us? Do you hate me? You eff people up so much with your movies and books your name is an adjective. Like on a scale of 1 to Nicholas Sparks, how miserable are you feeling right now? Honestly, where do you get this stuff? Just when things start going well you come out of nowhere and sneak attack us straight to the jugular. And it happens in every. Single. Movie. And I know it's coming, I know it is because no one ever walks away from a NS movie like “wow everything sure was perfect for them what a swell movie.” NO that's physically impossible for all your movies. I know every time I pop one of those kill joys in I know exactly what i'm getting into, yet every time I AM MORE SHOOK THAN THE LAST. And you know maybe that makes me a masochist. Maybe this has nothing to do with you at all, maybe the issue is me. I digress...this letter isn't about me, or about simp shaming Nicholas Sparks (you’re brilliant honestly) this letter is actually a thank you letter. *everyone immediately is like wait what*

But no i'm serious this is a thank you letter. It might not sound like it, but it is. Thank you Nicholas Sparks for showing us some of the real stuff that goes down in this world. No love story, no family, and no person is perfect. Thank you for also making it abundantly clear that our minds and hearts are always in a constant battle, and there is no right way to make them cooperate. Thank you for showing us that love comes to people in so many different ways, whether it's by chance fate or pre-meditated, it comes and will come when we're least expecting it, or when we are expecting it, we just have to be ready. I guess you’ve been on our side this whole time. I love you NS, I do. You changed my world and my life.