I’ve done a mistake. I mean, I’ve done many mistakes before but last night is a new record.
I’ve hurt someone and I feel bad. It’s a new feeling. Guess I’ve finally collected the luggage left unattended at the airport months ago, and now I’m restoring my feelings and sensitivity clothes to their original spaces again in the heart compartment.
I ought to say that ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I didn’t mean what I did or what I said’ but I just can’t. At least not yet.
No. I am not ready. I’m repacking. I shouldn’t have the luggage opened in the first place. I shouldn't have. Yes, that’s it. I’m putting all back inside.