WHITNEY
We talk, but we really dont talk. We mostly talk about the same things.
Again and again and again. Over and over and over.
There is some new things; though not much. It's getting really, really, really, boring.
You need to move on. I need to move on too. We both need to move on.
You will meet somebody.
Texas. I am not coming to Texas. Never will.
I never had any intent.
I should not have led you on like that. I'm sorry.
Your parents do not want me too, anyway. You need your parents.
You have your life there. I have my life here.
I wish you the best.