Dear Sally,

Right now Chrissy is on a plane back to Los Angeles. Having her come out here was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life. I suppose I deserve at least the discomfort after the way I left things with her.

I felt like I just had to get out of there. I didn’t want to have to face her hurt.

I wanted to feel the romance of it, of her coming all the way to Paris just to see me, just to make sure that I was completely certain that there was nothing left between us, absolutely no possibility.

If I were to write a story about it, it would end with her getting the girl. As long as the girl weren’t me.