"Your stories are all so sad... what's the saddest thing you ever wrote?" The saddest thing I ever wrote was an unsent love letter which I keep neatly folded up and tucked safely inside the pocket of my coat. If I were to show the object of my affections, she'd just laugh it off as a joke or screw up her adorable little nose and say something along the lines of, "Oh my god, you're weird. No!" But heck! How I crave her so! And in sympathy with my heart, the ache in my bones grows and grows. I feel like a mangled radio. The only thing I'm ever transmitting is the same old song of woe. And it's a song she'll never hear or know.