I fucked her in that huge, rich person bed you put us in. Next day, you asked us if we were having weird dreams, because we were being loud and ____ had asked YOU if someone was sleep talking (or crying, HAHA). Oops. I don't feel bad about it, it was needed (and awesome)... but I wonder if you ever knew about us? I'd take it all back if it would make you alive again, even as I love her dearly. Miss you.

Sunshine