My last wish: Tear this part off the letter, then hand the rest to the press. I’m sorry. So so sorry. I’d like to say I can feel, predict, or understand the immense pain and loss I’m about to cause you but I know I can’t. I was always the worst at apologizing but I did think I was better at explaining myself than you were, so let me give that a shot at least. This is my stupid hail-mary attempt at saving you. Let me be selfish in this one thing ok? The best case scenario is I/we get exiled. The worst case is they assume you knew all along, and put us both in prison or ‘let’ the rioters burn us at the stake. Metaphorically? Maybe, maybe not. Look, the collateral damage alone will ruin your life, your career, your dreams, probably forever. Distance yourself from me, pretend we just had a casual relationship or that we fought so often that we didn’t confide in each other any more or that I was so busy we never talked or whatever you think will work best. I tried to phrase this as best I could to imply that, with whatever energy I had left. Take this one last stone cold lie and move on. Pretend you never knew anything, that we never talked about work or politics. Just tell them I was as closed off as I should have been and they will never know and maybe you can get out of this! Please. Please live. For yourself, and for my sake if it even counts for anything. Love you. Always. And forever. Dev
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