Dear Empress:

I think it's a rare thing to find someone whose beliefs align with your own.  I think it's an even rarer thing to find people who are tolerant of others' when they don't align.

It's been several years since you made your choice, and several since I made mine.  Not once have I ever pressed upon you a desire to change your mind, nor have I ever used guilt, shame, or other underhanded tactics to force my hand.  However, you have repeatedly and mercilessly taken it upon yourself to make me a concern of yours, to pray for my mortal soul, and to challenge me with ideas that are merely myth and no more useful or frightening to me than the wise yet infinitely more plucky words of Aesop.

You walk about with your palms pressed, taking pity upon me and filling your own heart with woe.  If you were to ask me honestly, I would tell you that you are full of shit, and give you ample reason to question your own beliefs.  But I respect that you are in touch with your spirituality in a way that speaks to your heart.  All I ask is that you permit me the same luxury, and cease your endless prattle about my imminent damnation.  In your own words, and by your own faith, that is not your decision to make.  I encourage you, again, in your own words, to let go, and let God.