I miss her. I miss the way she laughs, the way she takes care of herself. The way she smiles, the way her hair falls in her face. Her pastel blue eyes. How she found the good in me, and found a way to love me despite who I am and despite my past. I miss when we were stuck in Camelot, when we danced, and were happy.
I thought I liked the darkness. I was wrong. When I was consumed, I let hate for Rumplestiltskin consume me. I wanted to get even.
But because of her, I broke through.
And because I love her more than anything in the world, I sacrificed myself to rid her of the darkness.
Emma Swan, I love you. With all my heart, though it be splotched with darkness due to bad habits over the years. But you made me change for the better, and fall in love with more deeply than I ever was with Milah.