Samantha, The truth is: This journey hasn’t been easy. Heavy emotions are on the horizon. I recognize that these emotions are only temporary. Everything is temporary. However: You’ve been on my mind. I’ve realized that I hate you. And I hate that I hate you. The letter that you left me haunts me in my sleep. I knew it would… I left it sitting on my night table unopened for a month after I last saw you. Many late nights when I stumbled into my house drunk, I would consider opening it. Every morning I woke up and leaned over my bed to discover it unopened. Logic insisted that I burn it and dispose of it. The letter that you left behind taunted me and made weak attempts at manipulating me into opening it. But I couldn’t open it. At the same time, I couldn’t dispose of it.