“the first time we met, we hated each other." "no, you didn’t hate me, i hated you. the second time we met, you didn’t even remember me” “i did too, i remembered you. the third time we met, we became friends.” “we were friends for a long time.” “and then we weren’t.” “and then we fell in love.”


Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.