You don't know me. I might be the worst guy in the world. Or I might be the best. Whoever I am, I like you. I like you a lot. I like how you say 'what' when you answer the phone. How you always seem to be wearing white. How wine seems to be a food group for you. I like that you know who you are and that you fix everyone around you. But you seem sad to me, Olivia. I like you, but you seem sad. And if you let me maybe I can help you not be so sad, because whatever happened to you, whoever happened to you, already happened. It's done. So maybe I can help yous tart fresh. Maybe I'm your do-over. You deserve a do-over. So close your eyes. Close. Your. Eyes.

Jake