Dear Willem: I’ve been trying to forget about you and our day in Paris for nine months now, but as you can see, it’s not going all that well. I guess more than anything, I want to know, did you just leave? If you did, it’s okay. I mean it’s not, but if I can know the truth, I can get over it. And if you didn’t leave, I don’t know what to say. Except I’m sorry that I did. I don’t know what your response will be at getting this letter, like a ghost from your past. But no matter what happened, I hope you’re okay.

We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again

But it's a big ocean. It's an even bigger world. And maybe we've gotten as close as we're supposed to get.

I don't know how to be a friend. I don't know how to be anything.

How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?

Love is not something you protect. It’s something you risk.

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.