M.B.

Neither do I…

You always have excuses.

I’m… I’m not actually sorry. I just… can’t.

Will you ever?

I'm so sorry.

I… I’m not going to be married for much longer. And… if you want me to be honest… I thought about you all the time. I just tried to.. pretend I didn’t care. I don’t know what the point of any of this is, though, you’re just going to leave again. I guess it is.. hard seeing you, um.. I don’t know. I feel awkward saying this stuff.

I wrote it down, and it's still true. I love you, Imogen.

…so?

I shouldn't stay here, fighting against the feelings I still have for you. You've been on my mind everyday I've been gone and now seeing you, imagining you with someone else... I don't know...

Imogen you're married.

Tell me.

I'm messing it all up for you again.

Oh. Okay..

Yeah... uhm... look I'd still like to.. nevermind.

Are you okay though?

Yeah... no. But I shouldn't talk to you about this.

Seriously? That’s.. that’s pretty crappy.

It is. But as long as he's happy....