You will never get this. Neither literally nor figuratively. You won’t.
I see now where I am coming from. I see where you are coming from. There’s a reason you attempt relationships with people on continents other than your own. Its why I attempt relationships with people who are always leaving. It felt different this time, with you, but it was the same in the end. Just a different wrapping. A most inviting one.
I don’t hate you. Well at least not anymore. The bad feelings are almost all gone.
painting by Miriam Briks