I feel very sad just now that I can’t put my breasts on someone else’s body. They are pieces of living flesh, and they have done nothing wrong to me, and it makes me deeply sad they will be tossed out with the rest of the biohazard materials and rot in some hole in the ground somewhere.
I don’t regret my decision, but I feel very bad that they are ending their lives this way. I wish I could bury them under a tree or something. I wish they didn’t have to be wrapped in something synthetic for all of eternity. I wish I could apologize to them. I wish they could forgive me.
Be gentle, too,
Your Pal Eli