It'll be a lot easier for me to let go if our last memories were happy ones (I already helped her let go from our entanglement, so now I'm helping myself; we have a much more complicated relationship than what I talked about. Those are just the three things that still make me angry, and the first part makes me angry mostly because I just figured it out and it makes it harder to get presents for her). She got me a gift (we didn't exchange last year), so I'm getting her something.
I was going to get her a copy of Princess Knight by Tezuka, but then I remembered that she hates his artstyle due to the lack of bishounen and that she might not be that into the particular tropes in the work anymore. She also doesn't read manga anymore, let alone manga in English... notice is too short to get her some sort of good Korean learning tool... I can't give her music or something because her tastes have changed too much and she was never willing to try most of the stuff I listen to... hell, since she barely reads anymore, I can't even get her some Faulkner or John Irving, much as she theoretically loves those two authors.
I don't even know if she'll like Braid, because she seems to only like language puzzles at this point in her life. The only manga I know of her liking anymore she seems to have a soft point for nowadays only because she thinks the main character looks like her boyfriend. Otherwise, I think she would have moved on.
I realize that I'm also hard to get gifts for due to my tendency to hate mediocre literature (on the other hand, a good book costs about the same as a bad one new), but my taste in genre has been pretty stable my entire life, and has largely expanded rather than retracting or moving elsewhere. I like detective novels and short stories, I like Peruvian flute music, bluegrass, and Chinese Opera, I like stories about priests, I love po-mo, symbolism, recursion, and surrealism, I like poetry with word games, I like most of the popular computer games with both a start and an end and a little thinking in the middle (life is my sandbox game), and hell, worse comes to worst, I collect soap and have a bit of a thing for small fuzzy animals.
My list of favorite authors, books, and so on is also on Facebook so that people can easily access it and get a rough idea of what sorts of things I like, which books I recommend, whatever. There's plenty of surprises left over. It's not like it's an exhaustive list.
The thing is, she's not very self-aware, and she's... I don't want to say stupid, but a lot less intelligent than it seemed like she'd be when we first met each other. All the same, she brands herself as a genius. Therefore, it's very hard to have a relationship at this point, but there's kind of been too much tying each other together all these years to just let go.