Sometimes, not often but every now and then, I'll catch myself feeling a little guilty for cutting off contact with you the way I did. I read your messages, for what that's worth, I didn't just delete them out of hand.

But then I remember how clingy you were, like an ugly little dog desperate for someone to pet you, and then I don't feel guilty anymore, I just feel relieved. I know myself well enough to know I could never satisfy your gaping black hole of neediness and I'm too old and too set in my ways to try.

Still, I kinda hope you do find someone who can, even if you're almost as old as I am. I kind of doubt it, since neediness never looks on anyone, but supposedly there's someone out there for everyone. I hope you find them.