It’s been 5 years since we broke up, the same length of time we were together. You’re married with a kid on the way, I’m married too. I’m a better partner to my husband than I was to you, and I haven’t made any of the same stupid choices I made back then. I feel lucky to have married a wonderful man. You seem happy, too. But if you told me today that you were going to to get a divorce, that you wanted me to do the same and move to your city and be together, I think I’d do it. I love you. I cry every time after we talk on the phone, and I can’t bring myself to delete your pictures from my computer. Maybe I just need another 5 years.