If I went back into her room and interrupted her intimacy, would I be able to become a part of it, or would I still be timid in front of her, listening to her endless stories? In the end, she was merely exploiting me, while I never even tried to support her, being too inept in this regard and therefore suitable only for the purpose of being a bonfire into which they throw everything unnecessary in order to move on. I did nothing to become her equal. And she kept calling me to talk and forgetting herself in her voice, while I only occasionally responded. I cut off all the threads leading to her with my own hands just to wash away this sticky feeling of sacredness and. I did nothing when I witnessed what that idiot was doing, without considering the consequences
And yet...It looks like I'm longing.














