January 1985, Dear you; This times it feels better to write. What I have to say may come as a
suprise. But theres nothing left for me in your eyes. The late night life has been a thrill. The
cool winter air has giving me the chills. And I will miss the way you used to look at me. And how
the way things used to be. Post marked to you and everything you do has left my heart an open wound;
for you. And I will send this letter to you and cheerish the way you used my heart and I will see
you soon. Sincerely, just a memory. This is a letter, from my heart.