UNTIDY BUSINESS


I'm not going to go into all the things there are to say about what we shared. As was clear from our last conversation, it will sound silly and useless and empty to you. But I do want to say this: You never forgave me for costing you your friends, and I was never able to forgive you for leaving the City; you had issues with the world I am from, and I was never able to enter the worlds you want to be in.

Although your friends have you down as a "sass-master," you are actually a delicate flower, and I can be emotionally rough, and our fighting, which was infrequent enough when living apart, was not easy for either of us when living together. All of which is to say, quite simply, that you may hate or resent me forever, and I don't really expect it to be otherwise (though I hope that it is), but I just don't believe you, or I, was ever sure about where we were going with, or what we expected from, each other.

I love you. I always will.

Now, for the untidy business of what else I couldn't manage to say on the phone: It seems that I have a thing called a genital wart, and that I have passed this on. They are common, not dangerous in anyway, not anything like herpes, but they are treatable. It may be that I got it from you. It may be that I gave it to you. In any event, I thought you should be aware of it. I hope you are enjoying Houston. Happy New Year.