Signed, sealed, delivered—following my brain instead of my heart this time. Looks like your part in my story is over, love.
December 13, 2017
D,
I never got the chance to read it to you, but there’s a Warsan Shire poem that beautifully captures how I felt about you when we were seeing each other. It’s probably neither here nor there for us now, but I suppose sometimes everyone needs to know that despite our faults, someone out there would happily continue to choose us every day.