I wrote you a letter. I wrote and wrote until all my frustrations and sadness were down on paper, visible to any eye. I read and revised the three pages. I allowed myself to indulge in reminisce for a minute, no longer. I ripped up the letter and let it fall into the ocean. Was going to be it, this was the part where the tragedy turns light and the heroine walks away with a slight knowing smile.

Why, why must I still dream of you? —...