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Maybe things went too quickly. After not having heard from her for 12 years, I sent her a letter – you may remember if you’ve been reading this blog for a while. Within a month, she’s told her boyfriend to pack his bag and started preparing for my return to her. Not because I wanted it that way. I told her not to get her hopes up. I tried to stop her. Sure, why did I write her the letter, then? I don’t know. To be honest, I really have no idea why I sent her the letter. Memories? Longings? I don’t know, but I do know that it wasn’t to make her move out from her long term relationship, and I don’t care how bad it is.

By the looks of it I won’t need to worry any longer. I think she’s mad at me. I don’t quite know how to feel about that. Who knows what else she’ll do, if I make an effort to stay in touch with her. I do love her… well, her, as I knew her 13 years ago. Who knows, if she’s still the same. Sure, she sounds the same on the phone, but face to face would be nice. :roll: