...set it free.

If it comes back, it is yours.

If it doesn't...well, we know how that goes, right"

You're free to go. It hurts like hell, and if I could, I'd go back in time and beat the idiot at the keyboard silly before he could type and tell him what a terrible mistake he's making. I know him pretty well...if he'd known it was going to hurt you this bad, he never would have done it at all.

Not that that excuses what was done, not in the slightest.

I would stay if I could, but knowing what I had and lost...what I'll never have again...

God, I want to stay and fight for it! I had hoped you would let me. I STILL hope you'll let me, how crazy is that"

I'm setting you free.

I'm hoping you'll return.

If you don't, never forget you always and forever have my heart and soul.