Tony marched up the stairs and banged on the door. It felt odd knocking on the door to his old house, but he ignored the thought. He held Michelle's letter in his hand firmly as he banged on the door again. The door quickly opened to reveal a groggy Michelle. He had gone to the office and they told him she had called in sick, so he marched over to the house -- the one they had bought together.

She sniffled and stared at him. "Tony?"

"Did you mean this?" he asked without so much as a 'hello' while holding up the letter. She glanced at the letter and then back at her fuming ex-husband.

"Tony, I'm sick. Can we talk about this later? My head is killing me." she complained, rubbing her forehead.

"We can't talk about this later. I got this yesterday and I've read it thirty times trying to figure out what in the hell is going on! I need to know if you meant the things you said in this letter!" he demanded firmly.

Michelle's eyes welled up and her nose ran, but she didn't notice. She looked at the letter and back at the fuming ex-husband standing in front of her.

"Every word." she replied. He stared at her with his big, round orbs before turning on his heel and walking away. "Tony?" she called after him.

Tony paused and shut his eyes.

"Will you come home now?" she asked, her voice nasally and her face dripping with snot and tears. Tony turned his head in disbelief and saw just how sick she was. He couldn't help but smile at how pathetic she looked. He turned around yet again and ran back over to her, pulling her into his arms and wiping off her face with his hand. She cradled her head on his chest and sobbed.

"I missed you so much. I'm so sorry!" she cried, burying her face in his shoulder. Tony kissed her on top of the head and whispered, "It's okay baby. I'm here now." He felt her smile and he did too.

"Uhh… I'm so sick…" she groaned.

"Well, why don't you curl up on the couch and I'll make you some soup?" he suggested, tucking her hair back. Michelle smiled.

Maybe things would be okay.

On the front porch laid the forgotten letter, the one that brought them back together.

Dear Tony,

I need you to know something. I'm nothing like you. I want to seem strong and secure, and to the outside world, I am. But to you, my love, I'm only myself. I've never had anyone know me as well as you do. No matter what happened between us, and no matter what happens now, no one will ever know me the way you do.

I've never loved anything or anyone as much as you. If I could, I'd give up everything I have just to be in your arms one last time. I'd gladly die just to feel you kiss me again. I'm not myself -- I don't belong to myself. I belong to you, and only you. My heart is yours, and it's my fault that it got broken.

Please, Tony, when you think of me or remember me, can you think of all the good we had? We had three incredible years together, and I'll never forget how in love we were. I still love you Tony. I always will. Don't forget, please. Never forget how much I love you.

Only Yours,

Michelle