I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you angry with my last letter. Please don’t stop reading my letters. I promise I won’t say stuff that’d get you angry, promise. I’m in a confusing spot here, I think I’m having episodes of depression. I’ve been trying to meet new people since we broke up, but I’ve not been lucky. This is part of the reasons why I wanted to hold on to you, to us. I put a lot into what we had, you know, that’s why it’s so painful to see it all end. And a part of me still feels like fighting to get us back together. But another part of me feels it’s the end and you’re beginning to fade day by day. They say it gets better with time, less painful. Do you think that’s true?