I was looking at her conversations with me. From the pale, yellowish note that once was a sprawling, sparkly letter, I slowly read the sentences, one by one, pausing with punctuations, as if to let every single word sink in. I also read numerous online conversations.
I was trying to see where I started to fall apart.
“You threw me away like I was a doll!” One of those not-so-long conversations read in the middle.
Maybe we were never meant to be acquainted. Maybe it was a bad move.
Maybe I was too desperate to let my doors open. I wouldn’t know now.
“You have changed” Someone told me today.
Maybe I have.