Dear Mr. Damn,

I have one episode of Scrubs permenantly recorded in my DVR never to be erased no matter how full the memory is. It's not even my favorite episode, but the last scene hits so close to home for me that I can't watch it without being reduced to tears.

I don't know how to fix the things that are wrong. I can't understand it.

So, I watched my recorded-forever episode of Scrubs last night because I imagine every day what life would be like with you. And right now, I feel like you're slipping away forever. Even if I don't know how to fix what's wrong, I am sure if this: If you slip away, I'll always believe that it should have been me.