I should have done more. I will never be alright with this, how could I be? I never loved another woman like the way I loved you, I know it. I hate this curse, chasing you through centuries only to lose you over and over. We still have so much to share, there is so much left unfulfilled, and I can't stop thinking about it. It consumes me and I'm scared. I don't want to die all by myself. I don't want you to give your life to another man, because he isn't me. I need you.