Dear Luke,
You're probably going to throw this away. You probably already did. But, if you haven't, give me a minute to explain myself.
I came to you that night, telling you how I felt. You use to know how I felt without me having to tell you. I gave you the chance to marry me. When you didn't take that chance, I turned and walked away. You didn't come after me. Not everything takes time to process, Luke! Either you love me, or you don't.
What happened to us? We know each other so well…or we use to. Why did it have to come down to this? I guess we both suck at relationships. I really thought that you were 'It'. who am I kidding? You are 'It'. I can't change my hear. My head is saying it's over, my heart is telling me to keep trying.
I don't want to give up on us. I can't. I'm sorry for what I did. I know that doesn't change what happened. I can't change the past. I still love you.
If you love me, then we'll find our way back to each other. Hopefully before it's too late.
Our love is one of a kind. Nobody can take your place. I love you, Luke. Always and forever.
Love,
L.G.
He walks down stairs from his apartment and finds an envelope on the floor next to the diner door. He picks it up, instantly recognizing the handwriting. He still has a few minutes until he needs to unlock the door, so he goes back to his apartment and reads the enclosed letter.
He wants to believe her. He knows that he loves her more than anything.
Could they really try this again? What was she trying to say to him? "Hopefully before it's too late."