Silence. i don't know what to say. There are lods of things I want to ask, but they are all questions I don't really want answered: when did you start seeing Ian, and was it because of the you know the ceiling noise thing, and is it better (What? she'd ask; Everything, I'd say), and is this really definitely it, or just some sort of phase, and--this is how feeble I'm becoming--have you missed me at all even one bit, do you love me, do you love him, do you want to end up with him, do you want to have babies with him, and is it better, is it better, IS IT BETTER?