I guess I love you

I came out of nowhere, X tells me, like some Kaspar Hauser with a private language of grunts. And you listened, even though I could hardly say anything. So I guess I love you, I guess I must. And me, I say, how do you think I feel? I only did it because I had to, because you wouldn’t go away. I should have left you to it but it was already far too late. Anyway we were both so young, I say. I still grieve for myself in those days, even for you, even for the days themselves. Are you drunk or something? he says.


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