video_title: "My sweet Dorothy. Today marks the date we first met, 50 years ago. The house is so quiet now, even the floorboards creak softer. I catch myself talking to you sometimes, asking you if you’ve seen my glasses or reminding you to water the fern. I still don’t know why you did what you did, maybe I never will. What did he have that I don’t? Some part of me keeps hoping you’ll come back.  Not to fix things, not to apologize, but just to sit across from me and smile like old times. In another life, my sweet girl. ",