I've been burdened by questions I've asked myself a thousand times since the last time we were together. Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it.
And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again.
Dear John, tell me everything. Write it all down, that way, we’ll be with each other all the time, even if we’re not with each other at all.