God, you shame me. There's so little ill-will in you.
I probably should have stayed with you, thrown over the life I knew.
It would have saved me a lot of heartache. But I'm not very good at
breaking promises, let alone starting over wholesale. So instead, I
gave up a good man, a beautiful man, tight and flat and hard, a man
who asked no questions and let me love him and leave him.
If you had it to do over again, would you behave differently?