I'm here again; just lying in my bed. Can't sleep. It's pretty cold, but I've got a couple of extra blankets. I hope you're keeping warm too – I'd hate for you to get sick again.
You're not with me tonight. I don't know where you are, but I hope you're comfortable. I don't know where you'll be tomorrow night, but I know that right now you're not with me. You're not in my arms. And maybe you never will be again – maybe you'll be happier that way.
I wish I'd said a whole lot of things when I last saw you. I wish I'd have waved goodbye instead of just standing to the side. I wish I'd have grabbed your hand and pulled you aside and told you how I felt. I wish you had hugged me longer. Thanks for saying goodbye, even though I barely spoke to you. It felt nice. I felt nice.
I'm sorry I let him hurt you. I shouldn't have. I knew he liked that other girl, but I thought he liked you more. I thought I was doing you both a favour by not saying anything. I thought wrong. I'm sorry you had to go away to get over him, and that you're not coming back because of him, and that I can't get enough money together to come and see you. Nobody wants to add us to their label, and I guess that's just the way it goes. Looks like I'm going to be a downtown bus boy for the rest of my life. I hope you're doing better than I am. I know you are.
I'm trying not to use too much blanket, and I'm only sleeping on the left side. You know me, I'm not really religious – but I pray for you every night, just the same. I only ever ask for one thing: that I'll wake up in the morning and find you laying beside me.
I've left you plenty of room.