Dear Jiu-Jitsu,
I think I'm in love with you. Never in my life have I felt the way I do when I'm around you. You make me feel free. You make me feel alive. Whenever you're near, I can't think of anything else. Sometimes the same holds true even when we're apart.
I'm proud of the bruises you give me, I want to show them off to the world. They are a badge of honor, a tribute to how much you mean to me. Some people don't understand my love, but they don't know you like I do. They stand on the outside, never knowing how it feels to be held in your embrace. Or they are too weak to be willing to suffer for you.
I don't think I ever truly lived until I met you, and I never want to be without you again. For as long as you will have me, as long as I can do right by you, I will be yours. Nothing can ever change that, and no one can convince me otherwise. Love is love, and mine for you is eternal.
Love, Ginger