I keep hoping the letter changed your mind and you're driving down here and you'll knock on the door, and we'll cry a little.  We'll kiss.  I'll probably cry some more, and you'll tell me to stop being ridiculous.  And I won't stop smiling ever again.  Atlanta isn't the same without you. Scott and Pat missed you tonight.  Athena's ring looks kind of like yours.  Not white gold, but I know what makes you happy.  We'd probably be kissing in bed now.  The heat works this time.  I miss you so much.  Please come back.  The bed still smells a little like us.