Four years ago, I held your mother’s hand and promised her forever.
But we’ve split up again. I don’t think I’ve ever run so fast in my life, and I’m still trying to figure out why. I wonder how, many years from now this may affect you. I know one thing to my shame is I never thought about you once. I’m confident you’ll turn out fine — a nice, strong, proud man — but I wanted to be honest about the time when the most important things in my life weren’t.