I know, it's not quite how I meant to give it to you - that was supposed to be a kind of extra. However, since I didn't know when I'd next see you, I couldn't really lug my violin around on the off-chance.

[ And she knows he dislikes phones - perhaps that isn't the right word for it? - so recording herself playing it for him to listen to didn't seem like the best option either. She did just in case, but she didn't want to lead with the fact. ]

But still, I wanted you to have it. I wrote it for you.