Dear Fabric,

although I didn't see it at first, you and I were wrong for each other. Maybe I did see it, but didn't want to admit it to myself. You were so handsome. That's all I saw. But once I got to know you better, I realized you were thin and transparent. Really thin and transparent. You just did not have the substance I was looking for. Sensing my nascent misgivings, I should have sent you back where you came from, but I did not. I foolishly keep up the charade. I thought I could change you. Make you into something you were not. I lashed out at you. With my scissors. Please forgive me. I'm sorry I hurt you.