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-Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the shore
-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Some days are so beautiful and melancholy that you feel your heart bleeding out as the light inevitably fades from them, stopping as night falls and waiting to be reawakened by the arrival of another day some incalculable amount of time away in the unknowable future that will bring back this nameless feeling that is now crystallized in your memories.
i find it so ironic that after a year, you contacted me first. it was something so insignificant, just a video from our past. and yet here i was antagonising having to be the first one to reach out between us. and no, weβre not fighting, we never wereβbut in my head, when i decided to ghost you last year, i knew i was better off than to keep hoping for something i wasnβt even sure i want. i did it for me and i never regretted it even though sometimes iβd wonder if you wish you did more than this, try more than me.
β anyways it doesnβt matter now that a year has gone by. without you, i let myself grow into someone better. iβve found many people who are better, and iβm more sure now than ever that i deserve someone better. thank you for reaching out to me first, even if it was over something so insignificant, i guess it wonβt hurt to send you a message in reply after all.
marina grace