I want to tell you how much I love you before you leave but I can't. You have her next to you to tell you that. She's prettier, nicer and livelier than I'll ever be and you've been together for ages...but why can't I forget all the afternoons we spent together drinking coffee on the stairs? I was part of your life for only 2 months but I love you so much that my heart is bleeding...and even now the only thing I can do... 'Good luck in LA.'