When I first met you, I was naive. We met at a time when I was least expecting it, and as soon as I laid eyes on you I was enamored.

You showed me so many things. You took me to places I could never have imagined existed, and encouraged me down lines of thought that I would have never thought to pursue. You inspired me. Your vision, your message, your sense of art and aesthetic, these things have all had such a profound effect on me throughout the years. You taught me to be a more sensitive, poetic human being, a more cunning and gifted artist. You provided me with wonders, and explained them calmly, thoroughly, and articulately enough for me to learn from them.

And then, when my regard for you was at its highest, you betrayed me. You betrayed everyone.

You spent decades gaining my trust before throwing me to the pavement and driving over me. You took everything I had admired and envied about you and tossed it aside with narry more than a role of your eyes. You tore my heart out of my chest and nonchalantly fed it to the dogs. You are a traitor, and I can never, ever, ever forgive you.

Fuck you, James Cameron.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you.