No more fighting. No more denying. I will lay down my sword and my shield and let you deal the killing blow. I drew first blood, but my heart was never in that battle. My heart, in fact, has always been with you. And you can keep it--no, I don't want it back. It's better, I think, if I never use it again. So hold on to it, store it, put it in a bottom drawer and forget about it. Maybe someday you'll stumble upon it, when you're cleaning out your apartment to move into a new home with a beautiful woman. You'll wipe off the thick layer of dust and squint at it, trying to recall. Then, after you do, smile, please. If you're feeling kind, you can mail it back to me. If I get it, if I know you're okay, then maybe I can be okay too.
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