My dearest Matthew,
Time hasn't been kind to either of us, has it?
I deal with nightmares every night.
I deal with the scars you left.
I deal with the pain of the memories.
You deal with...
Being dead.
In an attempt to heal from this experience, I've decided to write you a few letters.
You don't care.
Mostly because dead people can't care.
But, if you were alive, you still couldn't care less.
So, here I go.
I'm going to tell you what you've done to me.
You're welcome.
