I can’t feign innocence as to not knowing that this would happen: I knew this would happen from day one, darling. I can barely write this, my hand is quivering so, because I bought into this and I endorsed it, I might as well have signed you away myself. It was nothing personal, I truly hope you understand that. But you were just so depressed when we first met, I had to do something…something. So I did. And then several things after that. And…well…you know as well as anyone else what I mean. Something led to something which led to something else, and sadly enough, no matter how many ways I turn it in my head, it always comes back to me. My fault. Always, forever and always, my fault. How irregularly things change, hmm? I miss you very, very much, from the roots of your chocolate brown hair to the tips of your pale pink toes. I will see you someday soon, after all: I’ve got connections.

Love forever,

D.