Sure, you wouldn't want to know, but this week didn't go easy, that I was mostly just giving away anything but not everything that I could give. I would look at others but really I was staring past them; I would look at my friends and still feel completely hollow; I would look at you and I would just feel disappointed. I wanted to say that it hadn't been easy, that the last time I was hugged was a long time ago when I was home; and now I'm away, miles away, from home.
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Short Story“I can't get to know you" means "I shall never know what you really think of me." I cannot decipher you because I do not know how you decipher me.” ―Roland Barthes; A Lover's Discourse: Fragments
