On Thursday night, a whirlwind of emotions hit not only America--but the world. A life was lost that can never be replaced and consequently, life as we know it will never be the same. Because of Shonda Rhimes, Derek Shepherd was killed off in Grey's Anatomy (sorry if you haven't watched yet -- but it's been all over the internet, so sorry I'm not sorry).

Dear Dr. Shepherd/McDreamy/My future husband,

Thank you for all of your wonderful years on Grey's Anatomy, you have been my ideal boyfriend for upwards of 10 years. Without you, my expectations for guys would be much lower (is that even possible?) and life would have been a whole lot darker. Thank you for giving us all the false hope that a bar hookup can eventually lead to a great marriage with a hot, rich brain surgeon when in actuality, it ended up turning out the complete opposite. Thursday night was filled with tears as ABC led us through a gut wrenching montage of Derek and Meredith (also thanks for the false hope that a guy as perfect as Derek can fall in love with a girl as awkward as Meredith). I thank you for you and all of your McDreamy-ness.

I would also like to tell Shonda that she is officially off the nice list--you really messed up, girl. I can guarantee the only reason Grey's was still remotely popular after 11 seasons was because of Derek... (again, sorry I'm not sorry).

It's only fitting that Derek went out after first saving the lives of four people (not all heroes need capes). Thanks Derek for being vulnerable at times, but still a complete badass in the O.R. Thanks for choosing Meredith when she pathetically begged you, because we all do that far too often and it doesn't turn out well and we end up getting our number blocked...okay. But thanks for being there through our awkward years and letting us believe that eventually things will work out. You're still the man, and don't worry, I still love you.