I wanted to write a letter to my Twenties, explaining how “it’s not you; it’s me.” I wanted to give this fabulous decade of my life some closure, some understanding. I didn’t want her to lay awake at night, reviewing our every moment spent together, wondering where she’d gone wrong. I figured explaining my thought process and the inevitability of our parting to her would be the compassionate thing to do. And maybe it would be. But then I would also simultaneously be robbing h