If you’re reading this, I’m already gone. While I always want to be with you, there will come a day when one of us has to leave the other. Maybe someday I’ll be forced to dig up this chest and you’ll never read this letter, but for in the case that I leave you, I’m writing you this letter.
Last week you confronted me about the fact that I was going out to lunch with a blonde woman pretty often. You were afraid that I was having an affair. While this is not the case, I did lie to you. This woman is not an important client.