And then I’ve made it to her door and it’s like I’ve made it to her door with no warning. What the fuck is this? A door? Whose fucking door is this? How did I get here and wasn’t I just in my car? And what the fuck do I do now. And has she seen me yet and can I just leave. Just slip away quietly. Leave a note taped to her door. I was here, briefly, but I had to leave. I didn’t want to go but I have just now remembered there is something else I need to do. I didn’t want to go but I suddenly cannot make my hand lift from my side, make my finger press this lighted button doorbell. I will leave her a note and I will put it in list format. Bullet points: there are reasons why I left you. Number one. Number two. She will get this list and she will read it and maybe she will understand. It will be a very comprehensive list; she will have to understand. I will do everything I can to make sure she understands. I will sign my name: Ricky. And by the way I sign my name, she will understand.