Dear T,
Yeah, you see, I think I figured it out. I'm not ready for you to have it yet. It doesn't belong with you any more than it belonged with me. K held all of that for me so that I could get on with creating a life for myself, but when that stopped it was just dumped back at my feet. I'm not ready to hold it all myself yet, but neither am I ready to hand it over to you.
|