Dear Ginelle, poetic justice could never save me, no matter the language, no matter the amount of words. I wish to apologize for all the wrongs I've done, I've said; though I know even a thousand years of an apology every day, could never measure up to it. I don't even remember half of it, half of the fights or the fit. Though I am sorry, that I'm not only your umbrella from the rain, but also the rain that beats down on it.
Matt, I'm sorry. Please talk to me again. You mean so much to me. Please don't do this.