Its nice to know you that you aren’t as sad as you thought you would be.
I’m very boring except when I’m flirting or blogging.
You’re doing neither, any more. And I wonder who this stranger is, who sits in front of me. After a month of perfect conversations, we have nothing to say to each other for an hour. Perhaps I never knew you at all. Maybe you were another one of my illusions. A perfect one finally!
That makes me sad. But not heart-broken.
Now, that word is really heart-breaking. But you can’t say Goodbye when you haven’t ever said Hello.