Yesterday, and the day before, I started writing a post. After the first sentence I stopped, unable to continue writing. It is a kind of weird feeling, having something to write, but just not capable of putting it into words. That post Iâ€™ve decided to let rest and see what happens in the future before I eventually write it.
Now Iâ€™ll instead write of something that happened in November, and that I have intended to write about for quite a while. I donâ€™t think the person itâ€™s about reads this, but if she doesâ€¦ oh wellâ€¦
Itâ€™s about this lady I know over the internet. She lives quite a bit away so I never met her in real life. I think itâ€™s 3 years since I started speaking with her now, and I quickly grew fond of her. For a while she was probably the one closest to me, when it came to knowing things about me and how I was doing. She was the one I could tell things without getting pity, annoying comments and so on, something you get a lot from people otherwise. Since sometime last year, we have been drifting apart a bit, I really do like speaking with her though. Since November last year, I have intentionally spoken less with her though. This is a dialog we had last November.
her: i dont know..this conversation made me feel worse than if i didnt talk to you
me: sorry about that
her: see..thats why i never actually ping you when i have something to say
her: i didnt mean to be rude..
me: you’re not
me: I am
her: its just i used to take everything you say so seriously..i do nwo too
her: why would you be,silly you
me: cause I started talking with you about something bad
her: its not a matter of choosing a subject
her: its just you
her: always was
What does one responde to that?!