Oh, don't ask why

 Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again, and maybe one day I will. But there are all kinds of love out there. This is my one and only life, And its a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan... I don't know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead. I'll write you again soon. P.S... Guess what?