He's in town. He asked me to meet him at the station. And I'm not going.
I don't know why, I can't grasp it. Fear of consequences, insecurities... Intolerance? Uptightness? High standards? Damn, I hate how I always say I don't know things but then I analyze them and come up with possibilities.
"Beloved heart, one day you will thank me for this."
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