“I know you’re just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream And don’t worry, I know I don’t know you, anymore.”

“What do you know that you’re not telling me?""I don’t know what you know, so I don’t know what you don’t know.”

“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.”

“Don’t fuss. I love you just as you are, Mercy. I don’t need to swallow you whole, I don’t need to be in your head at all times. I just need to know that you’re there.”

“Listen to me. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what any of this means. But I know this much. It doesn’t matter. You’re not one of them. You never were. You’re not theirs. You’re mine.”

“I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.”