marco polo.
You won't see this, and perhaps that's best.
These words are for me at this point. There are entries I can't see. There is a tangible divide now. Parts of each others lives are now blocked off again. Even conversation is moot at this point.
I'd like to think that an old fashioned shunning of the Amish variety, would mitigate a dialogue beforehand, but such isn't the case.
In a way, I suppose I would've done that myself: although the swiftness has an air of femininity about it.
Not sure what's going on. I probably won't know. I send apologies anyway. Because, well, after all that has happened between us and the fact that we were still able to genuinely care for one another, I'd think....nevermind.
You're still a person to me. Sorry.