I’ve never been this upset about your parting before and I’m not sure why it’s affecting me so much this time. I wish I could have said or done something to relieve myself of this. I wish I had words I could let out, to be my catharsis and wash this all away the same as the rain outside. I wish it’d let up for you; I wish this would let up for me. Nothing but time, I suppose, will cure this. But I don’t want to wait anymore.