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It's not quite a year since I told you I needed not to be in contact with you. I'm to the point where I don't think about you every single day, just most of them. And, believe it or not, that's an improvement on what I could do a couple years go when I tried this. How could one person bring you not only your happiest moments in life but also your saddest? It sneaks up on me, like when iTunes shuffle plays a tune that isn't a favorite but is one we used to practice nightclub two-step to because the beat was right. And when we danced to it together, suddenly it became a much better tune.

How I wish you'd had the bravery to embrace the happiness we had together. How I wish you'd had the honesty to admit that the discomfiture you felt was due to issues that have come up in any healthy committed relationship you've had and will come up in any you attempt to have until you wake up to yourself. But if you ever do wake up, it seems someone else will be facing you across that pillow.