all of this is temporary

My dearest Nan, This past year, I've learnt a lot about grief, but recently I can't quite explain why I so greatly feel the loss of you when you were never mine to lose. I wonder if it's because the opposite is true. That part of me has always belonged to you. And now, because of my own cowardice, I shall forever be incomplete. We were so close, Nan. Weren't we? But I can't rest for fear that you thinking my walking away at Runnymede had anything to do with you. I am weak. And I'm confused, but, Nan, my love for you is neither. But what started as my father's stupid plan to save the house became an entangled mess of guilt the moment we met. Because Nan, nothing about my feelings for you could have been planned. You took my breath away. It does matter that you were born out of wedlock, but only because it's part of what makes you. And you are entirely perfect. Eternally yours, in the understanding that you will never be mine, Guy

COBRA KAI (2018 - ) 6.07 "Dog in the Fight"