I was cleaning out Rubbermaid containers of old clothes this past weekend when I unearthed the United Colors of Benneton sweater set that you brought back for me from your study-abroad in Paris. More than I want to admit, it really is a beautiful Audrey Heburn-esque dark charcoal gray color and, honestly, I would probably would have put it back in my closet but for the moth holes. Well, the moth holes and the fact that it represents an embarrassing and painful period in my life; one that for a long time made me question my instincts. Our relationship when from intense to bad very quickly; so quickly that it took me awhile to figure out what was really happening. Once it was over, all I could do was move on with (in the words from a heartfelt card from a dear friend) "my life", because the rest? "No longer an option." I've tried to to be too hard on myself when looking back, because, while I have made mistakes and mis-steps throughout my life, I love where I am RIGHT NOW. I recognize it is because of all my experiences, good and not-so-good. I know that you have changed your name to your wife's last name; although I'm guessing it has less to do with your pseudo feminism and more to do with an attempt to distance yourself from your own mistakes - and the law. I also have learned that you have achieved your life-long goal of becoming a doctor; but rather than waste my time wishing you ill (pun intended), I think it's a better use of my time praying I'll never need an organ transplant at the Mayo Clinic.