I just wrote you a note, but I want to send this off to you too, before I forget. Do you remember the other day when I was in the changing room and trying to pull that top on over my head, and you sent so much pain into my arms that I lost my breath and cried out in pain? That feeling of sharp pain and sadness lingered like a cloud for quite a while afterward, and I felt completely drained of awareness of anything other than me and you. What’s up with that? Must you? Really?