is there any part of my inner monologue that you didn’t parse through in your own, far more wrinkled brain and spit out (extemporaneously!) with more eloquence and brevity than i could ever hope to muster? just look what you’ve gone and said now:
i think this is a time when we’re terribly afraid of one another, and there seem to be very few venues for talking about it.
please come back. i know we never met, but i really miss you.