They say that people can change, until they hit about forty. So I always thought that you and I had a chance, but maybe we're both too settled in our old ways. I think that I'm going to change. I'm going to really, because I actually want to. Do you want to? Sometimes it's hard to tell. Why do we repeat the same mistakes, rehash the same arguments and attack each other with the same insults? We need to grow up. I don't know about you, but I'm going to. Hopefully you won't recognize me. I don't fear change or improvement. I do fear losing you, sometimes. I don't want to let you go, I don't want you to let me go. But what if one of us eventually gets tired of this game? I guess you'll laugh about it, say you don't care. Not me, though. I won't laugh.

I just want both of us to be happy.