Samantha, The truth is: This journey hasn’t been easy. Heavy emotions are on the horizon. I recognize that these emotions are only temporary. Everything is temporary. However: You’ve been on my mind. I’ve realized that I hate you. And I hate that I hate you. The letter that you left me haunts me in my sleep. I knew it would… I left it sitting on my night table unopened for a month after I last saw you. Many late nights when I stumbled into my house drunk, I would consider opening it. Every morning I woke up and leaned over my bed to discover it unopened. Logic insisted that I burn it and dispose of it. The letter that you left behind taunted me and made weak attempts at manipulating me into opening it. But I couldn’t open it. At the same time, I couldn’t dispose of it.
萨曼莎， 其实， 这次旅行并不是儿戏 沉重的情绪正在吞噬我 即使我知道这些情绪都是暂时的 一切都会过去的 然而， 你早已闯进了我的心里 我突然觉得我好恨你 可我却又讨厌去恨你。 我突然一无所有，除了你留下的那封信… 自从我们最后一次见面的一个多月以来，我一直把它放在床头柜里，无数个深夜，我醉醺醺的回到家里，脑子里都有个强烈的声音怂恿我打开这封信，每次醒来却都发现它静静地躺在那里，于是我毅然烧掉了它，看，我多厉害。我不能忍受它一直无声的躺在那里，却又好像在念念有词的诅咒着，说它一切都已经看透，可既然承诺了就不该放手。 骗你的，我根本没有烧掉它。