(Backdated slightly, to the evening after
this post)
I was worried. I was so frightened I couldn't think straight, and could only express it by losing my temper. I said stupid things without thinking and behaved like a bratty child. That's the only mistake I should have been regretting when we talked. Forgive me for the immaturity. I'm still fitting things back together.
Please don't forget to take care of yourself. I don't know what the neighborhood, much less I would do if anything happened to you.
We all wear masks, whether over our faces or over our hearts... and every soul has a right to its secrets. I wish you'd tell me yours, but if you're not ready then I can respect that. I'll be an open ear when you're ready... and I hope you'll do the same for me.
Te amo, mi gatita
Diego