You think I haven’t thought about paying you a visit? Well, I have. But I played it all in my head and decided it wasn’t a good idea to show up physically at your doorstep. Let’s say I show up at your doorstep… I just feel the letters give me an advantage, because if you see me face-to-face… I just feel it will be awkward. You appear so emotionally blunt and seeing you might rub it off on me. I’m not trying to abuse the pact we made, I just feel you’re the only person I can truly confide in. Even though you treat me like crap. Baby, we were together for three years. A whole three years. Common, you don’t expect that everything just die off just like that. I write you because I’m trying to make sense of what’s happening to me, how you are treating me. I don’t understand. I don’t understand you.