I tell myself I don’t care anymore. But the timing was impeccable. And I still cannot fathom the undeniably mesmerizing presence you have over me. It makes me question the validity of the words in my heads. And I hope you find an accepting resolution to your personal revelation. Perhaps one day it’ll work out for the both of us whether separately or together. For now, our paths will diverge. There’s an internal war instigating. The logic of my head versus the veracity of my heart. Don’t know what the hell it is, it’s not love though I guess you can say it’s magnetism: the word for our arbitrary yet unforgettable encounters. Truth be told, I’m fine. Really, I am. But this is not me typing.