Dear Evie,

It's almost 1966.

It's almost been a year since we broke up. It will be anyway, in two months. It's been so long since I've listened to your voice, I've begun to forget it. I've begun to forget your smile. How your hand felt on mind. Evie, please help me remember. Please answer my calls. Please answer my letters.

Goodness, Evie. I'm holding on by a thread at this point. I don't know how much longer I can keep hoping and waiting.

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I can't, Evie. I really just need to hear your voice. One last time. One last time. Please, I want for you to hear me apologize. Take me back. Or don't. But Evie, please take me out of my misery.

John