I touched your hand. It was cold. I still didn’t know who you were. That time I thought that even if you were somebody else or you pretended to be more than you ever were, that didn’t matter at all. Somehow, it was difficult to keep my mind clear, when I was talking to you. During our conversations, we usually didn’t move further. I guess, sometimes we even were stuck on the same topic for too long… Finally, my thoughts were mixed-up. Probably a state of total confusion it was… But maybe I even didn’t want to change the way you were thinking or perhaps I had some sort of desire to leave it as it was. If you asked me one day about that time, I most likely wouldn’t give any clear or unambiguous answer. Should I? Probably. But I would not for sure.
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