Please accept my humblest apologies for leading you to believe I was almost done slicing into you and altering large portions of your anatomy. It transpires that I lied to you, though it certainly was not my intention.
You see, I found a very large flaw in your construction this morning, and regrettably I am going to have to go back in with my scalpel (the delete button) and cut you up again. I am certain you feel fine now, for I've given you time to heal, removed all the stitches from last time, and polished you up. But I beseech you to believe me when I tell you that this flaw will interfere with your longevity. Slowly, everything will begin to deteriorate. If I leave it in any longer, removing it later will only hurt so much worse.
I do hope you haven't become quite attached to your middle... and your end. If it is any consolation whatever, this will not (should not) hurt as badly, or be as severe as the time I rewrote all but six chapters of you.
Please know that I have only ever loved you, and that I do this not out of spite but out of my desire to see you improved to your fullest potential.
Yours most sincerely,