I found something of yours the other day. I am not sure if you meant for me to find it or not. Well, it talked about blame and the past and present not met. And plans for a better future. How you are afraid of the hatred and hard feelings that I may be harboring. Don't be silly. I know nine years is a lot to just ignore. But in a way, you aren't even in the role you should play. So let us scrap that, 'kay? The spot you were supposed to be is filled and you aren't even the understudy. So make your own role. That is where it gets hard. With no script to act with and your own role to make. So tell me, if I forgive you (as if I were mad) will you make your own role? And in doing so I only have one question to ask. How prominant is your character in the story of my life? So here is something I left out for you to find, and it talks about blame, and past and present not met. And plans for a better future.