Did being here close off loose ends? Did living a double life, even briefly, bring you any form of satisfaction? Or was it a huge disappointment?
Was I a let down? Boring. Old. Unexciting. I was so reticent, so twisted by the thought of hosting you that I never let my guard down to speak, or to be supportive. Miles away now, I guess it doesn’t really matter.
I wonder if you know I still care.