i told myself that i would learn from last times mistakes, and i think i have. i find myself instinctively scrupulous with every step, pulling apart everything you say, analysing the pieces for the truth and the lies.

but after all that heartache and despair, i somehow feel like i don't need to be careful with you, because you've been through the same experiences as me (where the scars are still raw).

its like by chance, we've both encountered each other on the same page, reading the same book.


E.