I just spent six weeks in a bed, unable to speak. When that happens you see things. A lot of things people don’t say to each other that they should just say. So I need you to hear me when I say this: I know I’ve needed you a lot lately, but I know Jo loves you. Post-it on the wall loves you. Don’t just ignore that. You can have more than one person, I used to think you couldn’t. But it turns out I have a whole damn village. So you don’t have to worry about me. Go be with Jo, I’ll be fine. I’m okay.