“I want to drive to your house one more time. So I can relive all the trips we took down those roads, coming back too early from the lake or too late from a party. I want to see your family one more time. So I can tell your mom how much I loved her cooking, and your sisters how much I enjoyed their company. I want to go in your room one more time. So I could spend one last night pretending all this meant more to you.”
— Letters from S













