A letter from May 23, 2025

To the guy who bread crumbed me Just wanted to say thanks — not for the time we spent, but for the lesson. You helped me realize I was entertaining crumbs when I’ve always been the whole **** bakery. You were never really present — just consistent enough to confuse me, not enough to choose me. And I let it slide longer than I should’ve, but that ends now. No more decoding, no more waiting, no more wondering if you care. I get it now. And I'm done. You don't owe me anything, and I don’t need anything from you either — especially not crumbs dressed up as attention. So good luck out there. I genuinely hope you find what you're looking for. But if it’s anything like the version of you I got, I hope she wants less than I ever did ....🌻🐝