I don't know how to start this, I don't know what to write...
This goes way, way back.
And i don't even know if this is the right venue for this.
What I know is: I need to talk to you.
As to how I do not know.
There's that nagging feeling that you hold the key to this. You know something I don't.
All I know is the first time I noticed I was being blocked off from communicating with someone... It was with you.
I noticed because back then, you were a daily habit, one who I know was always there.
Always waiting. Always there.
You disappeared, that's the only thing that I know.
As to why, I do not know.
Lupus.
Check -up.
You with the guitar, drinking.
Plane ticket.
You going home.
We talked about those.
Then you disappeared.
Then the entire landscape changed.
... and now i remember. The last time you called, there were 3 curious gals..
...who later turned out to be perps.
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