What happened doesn't mean I don't love you.
It just means I was really busy, and trying to do too many things at once, and clean-out my bag before vacation, and try and be organized.
I didn't mean to throw away the $49 credit that you sent me.
I am lost without it. I was going to use it to help buy those fabulous Frye boots.
But I can't find it anywhere. Because it's gone to the big trash dump in the sky.
I emailed you, asking you to cancel the old one and send a new one, but I haven't heard from you. And I understand if you don't want to talk to me. I was an idiot. I didn't treat you right.
I am still a shoe whore, and you are still my favorite footwear pimp.
(And I am still an idiot.)