I love to think about you and make plans, but when we come face to face, it’s never quite right. I’m not good enough for you. You aren’t good for me. We aren’t good enough–nothing is. I feel like I only keep you around so people now we are an item. I do have other options. One helps me express and understand those black boxes that clutter my head. Another captures my inscrutabilities and transforms them into something less painful to hold. They never burn quite as brightly, as warmly, as freely as you do, but in the end, I … Continue reading Letter to my Ex