DA,
Keep meaning to post this, but my stupid tablet hates me. It means a lot to me that you kept the chain on the necklace with your moms ring on it, and even wear it. I guess because the chain is technically mine, I don't know. Considering the fact that during the first time we ran into problems, I kind of sort of teared up when you wanted me to keep the necklace. That will forever be the thing that stands out most to me during our time together. And there's a lot of competition for that title. To allow me to keep the ring, your mom's ring that you loved and held on to even after she passed away, says more then words ever will. It's actually making me tear up a bit right now to write this. Which feels silly, ugh. I know that wasn't a 'breakup', but I didn't know that then. After we actually broke up, on our terms, I couldn't keep that ring. I just couldn't. I wasn't going to hold on to something that reminded you of your mom. That's why I slipped it into your bag instead of face you; I didn't want you to let me keep it. It's yours, not mine. I wore that thing ever since that day we went skating at Bryant Park around my neck, and I loved it. But it's your mom's, not mine. I don't know if you get how powerful those few words were on that train ride home. Seeing you wear it makes me happy. And a little sad. But mostly happy.