You have helped me learn to put others first. You helped me repair relationships that had been broken for, well, millennia. You’ve helped me truly connect with the love of my life. Dr. Linda Martin, “P-h-y” and all those things. In our time together, you managed to do something not even God Almighty was able to accomplish. You’ve made me a better man. Thank you, Lucifer. That’s the best compliment a therapist could receive.
I admire you. You hit dead end after dead end, but you still keep on searching. Doesn’t deter you. In fact, it only drives you to try harder.
You know, I always thought it was strange that you didn’t wanna become God. I mean, you’re responsible. You’re kind, compassionate. You’re the most wonderful father. I just can’t think of another angel that I would trust with making the world a better place for our children.
I don’t want you to worry about me anymore. You’ve come so far. What does that mean? It means that you have been beholden to me and my needs for far too long, and I’m sorry that I’ve always made it about me. Okay? Lucifer, this life, this family I found, I wouldn’t have any of it if it weren’t for you. Consider us even. After everything you’ve done for me? We’ll never be even.
