She listed them: Berkeley tee shirt, pajama pants, black notebook, backpack, cat medical records.

That’s about all.

She also asked if I would make a cd or two of photos of us together, since I’ve taken hundreds (thousands?) of digial photos in the last four years of our outings, our trips to San Francisco and LA, our move to New York, events, our apartments, our cats, ourselves.

It’s sweeter and more calm than I expected.

And I know: it’s time. I got paid today and was thinking I would try to pay the cat deposit on my new apartment, contact the exgirlfriend, move my kitty to her new home. It’s going to be hard but it’s time.

She has a few other things of mine too. I think my brown belt is there, I can’t find it and I remember wearing it to her place at some point. She has the wine glasses I bought long ago, and she has since bought a set of glasses so hopefully I can have the old ones. And the kitty of course.

I’m glad to hear from her. I adore her, I do miss her in some ways. It’s sad, this is sad, what we’re doing now, the untangling, but it’s over. It’s over, finally.