Mostly it was due to miscommunication and carlessness. I simply don’t understand it and I think if it’s better let this way. I know, I’m a coward.

But what I’m most frustrated with is probably the fact that I care. It’s been out of my control. I tried everything to stop thinking about it. It seems so perverse to me, what I did.

I have a hard time defining it–perhaps more than you. It provoked a lot of ethical, moral and philosophical questions. I started thinking about my values…but if I really wanted to be honest with myself, what doesn’t in my life? Ha. I tend to over-think and think too much anyway.

I’m trying to imagine, would it have been different with someone else? What made you so special? To answer my own question, I think it’s the fact that you made me see another part of me that I haven’t met. You asked different questions. You asked.

Amor fati. Things happen, and you learn from them. And move on. Sometime down the road, I suppose.


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