Ameila,

Well, well. This is exciting. I found your words full of doom, and yet I am still drawn to your mystery and your brazen attempt to disregard healing, or reconstitution, or redemption.

Also, you cannot scare me, boogie man. Things loom menacingly in all of our pasts. They scramble after us attempting to catch up and make us doubt what we could become. I'm not willing to let my past catch me. Are you not fast enough? If they are monsters, let us be wraiths so they cannot entrap us in their claws.

In address to the wholeness of yourself not being available to me: If it is true that you lack wholeness, then it is the part of you that is left for which my affection has ignited. You will certainly call me naive, and perhaps my naivete and optimism will dampen whatever feelings have ignited in you (which you were pretty vague about by the way), but we should see each other again to make certain of our feeling and argue doom.

Also, I'm not interested in hiding myself from you either, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy this or have fun. What is it that you do for work? What is your favorite flower? When can you find yourself free again for drinks?

Hopefully,

Cordula