I don't know if I'll ever see you again. But if I do, if the worlds are set right, the first thing I want to do is go away with you – somewhere you want to go, not me. We should see the museums you like, and the planets, and the people. You should choose, not me.

Because I've realized that I always thought you were my best friend, but I don't know half the things about you that I should. I don't know what kind of music you like, I've never read any of the books you've written, and it hurts. It hurts that I took you for granted, so many times.

I hope you can forgive me. I'm willing to work the rest of my life to earn that forgiveness, if necessary. You saved my life, so many times. The least I can do is honor yours, by treating you as a true friend.