“I don’t know what’s happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you’ve gone all stabby and whatnot.”
“I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.”
“I want to make love to you, and if you don’t stop me now, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
“I don’t know what’s going to happen with us, Anna. But I’m always going to love you. That I know.”
“I knew I was gone for you. Don’t know how it happened, just know it did.”
“I know that you’re just in a hole in the ground. I know that you’re long gone. I don’t even know why I write you these letters anymore. Probably to feel closer to you. I’ve never stopped loving you. There have been other girls, besides you, but you’ve never had competition. My mind always drifted back to the sweet little girl with glittering eyes.”