To Claire; From Sonny

Sonny:
You're muscles have a certain memory about them. That's why we can tie our shoes, or play piano without looking. But then you spend a long enough time with someone, and your bodies memorise each other, you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heartbeat, or your tickly eyelashes, or the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm. Another person is like moving to a new country where you don't know the language.

Sonny:
...Cause you know what? I'm not doing well, life is actually pretty sh*t, and look at me, I've gone this whole page without using the L-word once so far. But looking at it objectively, realistically I-I'd say that I still love you. And I'm kinda afraid I won't ever really stop-loving you. I hope they're treating you well up there, because I miss you more than ever.