From this week’s I, Anonymous:

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  • Steven Weissman

I fell into excitement with you. I said I wanted to marry you, and then seized by panic, I dashed. I did this same shit for a very long time, until you finally let me go and stopped allowing me back. We sat next to each other on a bus recently, unexpectedly. Your courtesy might have been a cover for hurt or anger you still felt, or maybe you were far past it. For my part, I feel deeply sorry for what I did to you. I wish I could repair it. But you seem to lead a happier life without me.

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