It is, I appreciate, a lot to digest. A lot.
Nevermind what you think you did wrong. Nevermind what you think I did wrong. Nevermind anything else.
It will be the four longest hours of my life, until I finish work. You'll need time to think, anyway.
And I won't pressure you for an answer.
I know it sounds odd, but I might not hear from you. Nor you from me.
Nevermind that either. I will wait for you at that station, saturdays 7-9 pm. Till the day I die, if I have to crawl.
Just to see you once more, if that's what you decide.
Or (to use a cliché, sorry), to make me the happiest man alive.
Or anything (ANYTHING!) in between.
What do you have to loose?
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