mon cher,
i found you. did you think you could hide from me? there of all places? you hid in the cafe we frequent, you wanted me to find you, didn't you?
you're wrong noe, you were never a coward, the coward was me. i was scared of you. scared of the feelings i felt for you. i can't give you want you want. i don't know why you say i can.
i cannot love, but maybe it's ok if it's you.
sincerely yours,
vanitas
