Screw that note.
I just want you to come back. To this house. To our house. I want you to understand that there's a piece of you right here, waiting, continuing to love you long after you've gotten over me. I want you to come back for that note and realize that that piece of paper isn't what dragged you back here. It's that, for some reason, you know I'd still be here. It's that your faith in me is strong enough to believe that my ghost will stay for an eternity and back, waiting for you to come home.