Gray, I don’t really know or understand what happened this weekend. I had no idea you were going to be at the show, and then there you were, and even though it’s only been three weeks since I last saw you, it felt like a f*****g lifetime, and I was just so happy to see you, and to be able to share that experience with you, and maybe I shouldn’t have run up to you like that when our set was over, but I couldn’t help it, Gray, surely you can understand that? I mean, for a minute there, I was sure you were looking back at me—watching me—even smiling at me. And then you just… ran away from me. I know you’re writing limited words to me these days, but if you could explain what exactly you’re trying to do to me, in the least painful words possible, I would really appreciate it. Love, Mem P

