After all of our years, I still love you. I know things are bad, but please give me a chance to make things right. Don't forget what I said about the pants. The pants represent us: once in perfect condition, and now ripped up and cut up and sewn together with a shitty thread job. But no matter what, those are your favourite pants. Don't throw them away, help me patch them up and turn them into something new and beautiful. —JB