"My point is, there are things that I wish I’d told you when we were still together: that you and I had something special, that I still remember a good portion of that trip, and that, barring any last-minute indiscretions or encounters with bagged rum, you will always be my last pack. Always. I also wanted to apologize again. For setting you on fire. For tossing your remains underneath that bus. For talking about you afterwards like an inexpensive, syphilitic fling."