South America has always had a way of welcoming me with open arms, and so it seems as good a place as any to lay low, to get my bearings back. I suspect that you might try and find me, but when weeks pass, and you don’t, I take it that you aren’t going to. You’re hiding something, and as a general rule, people who are hiding things don’t go around trying to be found.
A month passes, and you could have called, you could’ve emailed, but you don’t, and so when the second month comes and goes, and it’s only more of the same, I figure what’s done is done.
I gave you an out, and you took it. I can’t hate you for that even though I do, just a little. You, at least, can still have children, and you should. You shouldn’t give that up for me, and I wouldn’t let you if you tried. That’s why I’m her
