I understand. It's always easier not hearing anything. Then you don't have to think about them anymore. [...] I had my heart sitting for a long while with a man who was locked up in prison. He was terrible for me, but I still wondered how he was, how he was doing, whether I should visit him there.
Then, the longer I went without hearing anything or following through on those impulses, the clearer it became to me that I had a better life without him in it. If I were to get a letter from him tomorrow, even if it suggested that I should live out the rest of my life without seeing him, it would all start over again. But this time, I would be angry. I would know he had done it for just that reason.