The problem with time, I've learned, whether
it's those first two weeks I got to spend with you, or the
final two months I got to spend with him, eventually time always
runs out. I have no idea where you are out there in the world,
John. But I understand that I lost the right to know these things
long ago. No matter how many years go by, I know one thing to be
as true as ever was -
I'll see you soon
then.
