I wonder if ever the day will come when these words might make sense to you once more. I am sorry for what I've done - for what you and I have both become. Though we could not be together, just knowing you were near was enough. And now, with Marco dead, I may yet find a way for us to be joined again.
But do you even remember me? Or were the wounds too grave? Do my words stir - if not your memory, then your heart? It doesn't matter what they say - I know you're still in there, somewhere.
I will find a way, my love. To remind you. To restore you...