From the Boston Globe, this is love letters.

I'm Meredith Goldstein.

When I was little, my dad would say,

you really want your cake and eat it too.

And I would say why can I have my cake and eat it?

Like this is a ridiculous statement.

Patricia, as I'll call her, is a writer I know through work.

She went through a terrible breakup with a woman who was basically like her wife.

They weren't technically married, but they lived together.

They moved across the country together.

They even shared a cat.

Once it was over, they tried to repurpose their relationship into a friendship,

but it was way too painful.

Patricia learned that she couldn't have both freedom and the luxury of this person still in her life

in a meaningful way.

She had to choose, have her cake, or eat it.

Like I agreed to breaking up with you, which means I do not

get to have the sweet moments we had that a couple does, nor am I promised the sweet moments

that friends have later.

I don't have a right to anything of you anymore.

Like that's just truth and those people who think that they might still because at some point

you guys were together are a little diluted I think.

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