I wanna' put off the wedding for a while. I wanna' put off the job, too. For a while, anyway.

I don't understand. In your letter all you talked about was coming back and getting married and starting the job.

I lied. I didn't know I was lying. But I guess I was.

I see.

I don't think I'm the guy you wanna' marry right now. This isn't the old Mr. Sunshine. I'm not happy. I can't make myself happy. I couldn't make you happy. I just wanna' think. I need to think. And I don't have much experience in that field.

"Think"? Think about what?

I don't know. Me, you, our lives. I'll tell you when I start thinking.

So you want me and everyone else to just go on and on sitting here, waiting for you to figure out the meaning of life?

Well, sort of, yeah.

Well, that's just great.