I'm crying, 'cause I understand it was the last letter I sent him. His was so cold, so far... even the first wasn't like this. It never was. It hurts. It really hurts. I wanted to tell him, almost wrote... but I can't. It's like to get a punch by a dust bag on the head.
Shit.
Go to hell. I love you and nothing else matters. I will. I can.
Listen. I can.