Dear Seth,

Tonight, again, you broke my heart. I should have expected something like this, but hell I still held out hope. This fucking sucks. I hope that one day you don't regret not coming.

My one last and final shot, I know that I'll be at Peet's, near your house (sorry gorgeous home) bright and early in the morning. Insomnia is an evil bastard.

p.s. I love you