You must know the obvious. You must know that I was crazy about you; your pretty face, your great body, your good manners. It was a kind of longing, Ruth. To hold you close, to kiss your neck, to walk on the beach. I would have never taken those things for granted. But I wanted the other things too. I mean birthdays and Christmases and vacations and new cars. I mean a blended, accepting family. I mean quarrels and bad breath and dirty dishes. All of it. Whatever differences we had we could have worked out. I guess the time for silly romantic talk has passed. But still, I will love you forever.