"I hope it went well for you last night, just wondering if you're still alive.

I'm writing this right now at the airport, waiting to get on the plane. Since I had an immense amount of free time on my hands, I decided to think of you.

Not sure why, though I suppose thinking of you is quite an enjoyable thing. All I remember is two bumbling idiots apologizing to each other profusely, for no reason whatsoever.

Saying sorry is prohibited, I've decided, unless required for emergency purposes. This is the law, and it shall be governed by my iron fist.

Anyway, I was hoping to call you up before I walked onto the plane, but I just realized I never got your number. And why I don't have your number? I really have no idea.

Perhaps it was the feeling that we may never see each other ever again. It still lingers, though only now do I realize what a foolish notion it would have been.

I'm starting to think that it was all a dream that I'm waking up from.

Please keep my dream alive."