When was the last time we talked? Two months ago? I couldn't remember most of our conversation, although I didn't delete a single message. I tried not to read them, but maybe at one point I did. Nonetheless, I had refrained myself from reading old messages because it made me feel like I knew you-- who you are, what you do, your likes and dislikes-- when in reality I didn't, just as much as you knew nothing about me at all.
(We knew nothing about each other; except maybe our names. But I am sure I am just no one to you.)
YOU ARE READING
some things
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
