u/Last-Construction356

I think I am coming to terms with the fact that there is no closing curtain or concluding remarks, abstract, etc., to what happened between us. What was a play to me, a whole production, is just a moment to you, and that gap unnerves me honestly. A part of me still admires you; I think the artistic part that sees you as a muse. Not in your perfection but something more earnest and childish. I still find you interesting, yet November 2024 upsets me still. There is so much I wish we could talk about; I still haven’t finished Utena. I wonder what you thought while you watched it the first time. There is a sad irony in all of the social cruelty I face that you, of all people, are the person I’m not in contact with anymore. It makes me sad, as you were honestly a blip-of-light spot ,truly – surprisingly, is that weird to say? It feels so. If most things can be summed up in an unrelated anecdote, it is a somber realization that I have no one that understands casual kaomoji usage anymore. I wonder about you ,friend, in a way that is neutral by forced ambivalence and contrasting confusion – not true apathy. Perhaps the nicest thing I can wish you is as much as I’d want to say more: You r missed (>_>).