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It’s the last piece of the jigsaw Rob. That puzzle that I have been so reluctant to solve is finished.
Yes, were. We are in the past now. Already in mine and right now, as you read this note, in yours. I want you to start thinking about that girl you used to go out with. And moved in with and wasted the time of. That mad bitch. The great gal you missed out on. Somewhere in between. You chose. But quickly. And pack up and just go.
It’s not that I wanted bows and bangles. Maybe a little. But I wanted more. It doesn’t matter. I know you will read this closely.
No pleading. No dinners. No blackmail.
I get it. What defines you is what’s missing.
What you lack Rob, is generosity. That all the missing praise, the judicious silences, the slow creeping change that I thought my fault or made space for or put to one side and then eventually blamed myself for – it all came from you. And the question, my obsession, whether you loved me, is neither here nor there in your heart.
Yes I’m angry, but this isn’t a female passion (as you have described them). These items are the material of your commitment, and it’s just so paltry. That’s how I feel.
And cold. Do you not feel it too?
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Kate has moved on and is thought to be living in harmony with the things she has and the things she wants to have.
They seldom think about the other.
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