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"Hey Tris, it's been a while. My year in the campaign trail was up and I just got back and I wanted to share you some news. I'm going to work for the L.A. Times starting next month and I'll be moving in with Logan. I know it's not exactly the Times I was aiming for but who knows one day I might get there. I mean, New York is different from L.A. but they are both Times and what I really mean is... maybe I fell for you so I could fall for him. Because love isn't fair. You taught me how to love and finally how to let go. You taught me that it's not how long you've loved but how you love that matters. I had to lose you so I could be with him. Because I've also learned that love is about taking chances, that every jerk deserves a second chance."

"I promise I won't forget you, Bible boy."

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"Hey Tris, missed me? I'm sorry for not being able to visit you for the last 2 years. Work has kept me busy. I told my Mom about you. She cried by the way. Anyway, the reason I came here is because Logan has proposed and I've said yes. The ring's gorgeous but lacks the sparkliness of the one you gave me. I just wanted to thank you for telling me to not to miss out on things that will make me happy because I am. I am happy and I wanted you to know that. And I could say that Logan loves me almost as much as you."

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"Hey Tris, it's been too long. I'm sorry about the last 3 years. I have been kept busy by a lot of things but I have good news. We're moving back to the east coast, New York actually, so I could visit you more often. Logan is working for HPG again but under his own terms. Mitchum had a heart attack and had to retire. I have finally made it to the New York Times. It took a few years but it was well worth it. And I'm proud to say I have a two year-old, with my brunette hair and blue eyes, Lorelai Margaret Gilmore Huntzberger IV. My mom's happy about having another Lorelai and Margaret was after Logan's grandmother but we call her Mary. Logan said it fit her. I know you'd laugh about that but at least when she goes to school they'd all have her name right."

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"Hey Tris, it's me again. I'm sorry if it's been over a year since my last visit. But you know why. Mary's starting pre-school and Logan's doing fine. Anyway, He's gotten bigger and I think it's about time I introduced you to each other. Tris, meet your namesake, Arthur Tristan Gilmore Huntzberger. I hope you don't mind. We've already chosen his first name a month prior to his delivery, what with Logan's fascination for all things Camelot. He's lucky he wasn't named Merlin. But when I set my eyes upon his blond locks and blue eyes, I just knew. I pitched the idea to Logan and he loved it. We call him Artie, and I'm hoping he grows up to be a king worthy of his Camelot and not just the king of his high school. But for now I'll just let him spit his milk and babble away. Someday I'll talk to him why he got his name and I will tell him about you."

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