But it’s December now, and the sky is bright, and it’s clear to me. I’m telling you why we broke up, Ed. I’m writing it in this letter, the whole truth of why it happened. And the truth is that I goddamn loved you so much.
l: the dance—the dillon dance—you totally forgot. t: the dillon dance? l: mhm, where is it? t: c’mon, it’s in dillon.