I had a dream about you this morning.

You weren't there. You never really were.

I sat in bed in a dark hotel room with an old rotary phone pressed to my cheek.

I could tell by your voice that you were really sorry about the way that things turned out.

Yes, things can go back to the way they used to be.

I'm just so, so sorry.

I woke up with a swollen throat and heavy chest.