Dear,
I still don't understand why you left. It has been a whole summer since, but my mind keeps returning to that one night when we were together. When you kissed me, and I felt a burning inside. It was as flames were touching me in the slightest way they could. It felt good, and it still feels that way to look back on it.
That is what I wish I could remember, only the good and not the bad. But there are two sides to every coin. There is little choice in that manner.
Love, Tom.