March 8, 2015
I gave your shoes away. I'm sure you won't be back for them, and I realize that is my fault. I know I didn't explain much and you wanted explanation. The fact is that I had no really suitable explanation other than the fact that you were wrong. We were wrong. It was not going to work out. I understood that in my bones. And I saw no sense in trying to discuss it because I knew that you would not accept it, would not accept anything I had to offer. Ending it was the only way to end it.