Dear Denver,
It would appear as though I am preparing to betray you and consequently, my heart. I love you so much. But I can’t keep running to your arms and leaving to find a shallow home in SF’s whoreish legs. I have to treat her with respect. Love her for the things she has to offer. I have to stop treating her like a four month lay over flight. I am heavily unhappy about this. No, I don’t want to leave it. Ok, I’ve made my decision I’m applying for the only job I can see myself happily working here. I’m going for it. And if I get it, I’m going to commit to my film career and a poetry career in San Francisco. No looking back.
It’s hard enough, I don’t need to hear your voice on my messages. Let’s just call it quits…it’s probably better. If I’m not returning your calls it’s because I’m not coming back, I’m closing the door…
However, if I don’t. Which a part of me is really hoping for. I’m running back to you full speed.
With ALL my love,
Dominique
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