Dear Saike,
Once you read this, you know that I have been drunk. I might have probably confessed some weird shit for you, and I’m sorry.
Anyways, the next time we meet… it may probably be out last. You obviously know why. I don’t know when we’ll see each other, but please under all circumstances, spend the rest of your time with your family. You’ll never know which one of us will go.
With Love and Very Kind Regards from your loving, nose-bleeding threat, Byrd.