I wish I could tell you how alive you make me feel when no one else has in years. I'm sorry. I've been pushing you away, since you got back, and now you leave again so soon. It's not my place to complicate things further so I try to move on and play it cool. I don't think I'm capable of loving, but damn if you didn't make me want to try again. Thanks for the night we had recently. It was a nice addition to last summers encounter. —Lost in translation