A note unsinged

*impaled on the tree, in a rather looping script, is found the following unsigned note*

I don't know how to be a friend
I don't know how the story ends
I don't what comes with the dawning of the day
And I don't know why I'm suddenly afraid.

You rescued my soul, tainted as it was
You accepted it, and you accepted me.
You saved my life, despite my flaws
And maybe, you've helped me to see.

You've told me that you wanted to know
What there is inside, what the past holds
Thus far you've accepted what you had to see
But can you accept what it means to be me?

I watch and I see, and I always see true.

It's beautiful, thank you.