I'd hoped you'd be there. I'd hoped so hard…but it all amounts to nothing. Because hopes…they've no place here.
I'd hoped you didn't know, that you'd walked away still thinking I was dead. But…you knew. You knew long before I did. And that just isn't right.
I'd hoped you'd come back for me, but you never did. I waited so long, but you never came.
So I came to you, and I found out the truth. You got over me, you walked away knowing I was alive and left me alone. And you never had the decency to tell me what had happened. You even let me believe that Rose, your precious Rose, my best friend, was dead.
And it hurts. More than you can know. My heart is breaking; it feels like my body is tearing itself apart from the inside. And now, more than ever, I wish I could die. I wish I'd died up on Satellite 5, because then I'd never have hoped…never have needed to.
I thought you'd at least cared…cared enough not to leave me. Or if not for me, cared enough to let Rose know I was still alive. I know you didn't because I'd have at least gotten a letter then.
But you never did. You didn't care enough.
Hundreds of years I've followed you, hoping to find out the truth…I guess it's true when they say 'be careful what you wish for'.
I wish I'd never met you. But then, if I had a wish, I wouldn't waste it like that. No, I wouldn't wish for that.
I'd wish…I'd wish you noticed how I'd felt. I'd wish you'd cared enough.
In short, I wish you'd loved me like you loved Rose. Because then, you'd at least have tried to save me.
God, I wish you loved me.
