Duffy

 You know who you are.  I know who you were.  And that's enough.

My favorite memories of you are simultaneously some of the harder ones.  You were happy, but especially you were happy in Sedona, Cottonwood, & Clarkdale, your very own little slice of paradise.  I brought insecurity, jealousy, and I believe a rental car that broke down beside the road in that paradise, and then I went away.  That should have been the end of it, a sweet coda, rather than that last visit to Chinatown.

And FWIW, I might have been happy with you....  As they say, good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment.  If you read this, know that I've felt shame over the decades.  You deserved better; I hope you found it.  And now you have my apology.