"i saw her today. she was standing in front of me in line at that little coffee shop on holly street. i didn't think she'd even know who i was, but she did. she turned around to me and smiled, and that smile was just so bright, so genuine. she'd said, 'oh, hey! how are you?' i'd told her i was fine, thanks, and how was she? she told me she was great, actually. she said she'd tell you i said hi. i didn't mention that it wasn't necessary because i'd been calling you so often. she didn't need to know. that is, if you haven't already told her. you probably have. i bet you tell her everything. but then, i still feel that i know you best, i know you in a deeper way that i don't think anyone else ever will. i know that the scar right below your knee is from a bike accident you had when you were young, that you have a secret fear of heights, that once when you were seven you told a girl she was fat because your friend told you to and you still regret it to this day because you knew even then that she wouldn't forget it."