It's a beautiful day, sunny and whatnot. The sort of day when you think everything will be all right, etc. Not the right day for this, not for us, who went out when it rains, from October 5 until November 12. But it's december now, and the sky is bright, and it's clear to me. I'm telling you why we broke up, Ed. I'm writing in this letter, the whole truth of why it heppened. And the truth is that I goddamn loved you so much.
Why We Broke Up













