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I'm sick. You're so evil the way you have no reverence for my concern. I'm sorry for wasting your time--and mine--on something you don't want to work....because you can't make it *right now*. that's not what it's about. I wish I could have met you in a time when you were ready. I'm not sure you'll ever be ready. I probably won't know you when you are. And it's not because I'm letting go. It's because you never held on in the first place.