We always said that if we got separated, I should come back here and wait for you. You'd show up with beer and pretzels. You remember that? I know. You probably don't.

You always said that, when we started dating, you forgot to tell me you had a shitty memory. You used to get so frustrated by it, knowing you wouldn't remember those good days, those special days.

I felt bad for you. I remember you said there was so much you wanted to hold on to, and then it'd be gone. But you're lucky you don't remember things, D.

I wish I could wait for you now. But I don't know if you'd come with me, or if you'll take me back there, or you'd kill me.

You didn't want to live in that world, and I made you. I did what I did because I didn't want you to die. But now you've killed, and you've become everything you didn't want to be. And it's my fault.

You were better than me, most people are. I let Daryl go because he reminded you of who you used to be. And I wanted to let you forget.

I don't think I'm going to make it out here. But you're wrong. Being there isn't better than being dead, its worse.

I hope you realize that. I hope you get away. I hope you remember the good days, even just one of them. But, I don't think you will. I don't think you'll ever read this.

I loved who you were. I'm sorry I made you into who you are.

Goodbye,

Honey