I know, I know, you harped on it so much, that I don't really know you.

Even so, I like the you that I do know, and I miss talking to her, even if she's not technically the real you.

Stupid convoluted therapy relationship.

One of these days I'll send you a letter. I've a few things to say that I didn't say back in December but that dang it, I want you to know. I wish we could just freakin' talk about it.