There's so much I have yet to say to you...so much that I can never tell you. Why were we even mad in the first place? I love you, you love me. Isn't that enough to settle all disputes? I finally realized, it wasn't that neither of us cared at all...it was because we both cared far too much. Well, I love you, and I'm willing to start things over, and I'm willing to let you come back to me. I have your pictures on my wall...memorial snapshots of our times together...I want more of them. I need you. Come back. I love you.
*She read this letter, and looked around the room, at all the pictures, back to the letter. Then her gaze shifted to him, and she collapsed in his arms, crying tears of joy and sobbing, "I love you"*
