***Я так чортів сумую за тобою I wanted to say it in engish but thought you wouldn’t really feel it. Russian doesn’t seem to be a better option. Well I hope you feel it in Ukrainian. I can’t stop thinking of you. I think what if I could have acted differently when you were here… but I’ve lived long enough to know that people are different when you see them everyday. And I make myself think that I was right, but i’m scared to think that you could be perfect. You never know the person until you live with them and they drop their persona. I find myself thinking of unthinkable. Of prohibited. Of the worst that no one should think about if they want to have a life. I was thinking what countries allow both Ukrainians and Russians to go to without visa. I was thinking like I’m 20 again… ‘what if we just run away from the world?’… but it’s delusional. Would you do that? Would you even want to imagine this. I’m lost. I dont see a reason in abiding by the rules that we, humans, created. There is an artificially created war, as any other war in the word. I’m a bit tipsy but all I know is that I just want to be with you. I m sorry for writing this and I guess it just makes things easier if you don’t feel remotely the same. I really hope you are well and safe. P.s. I know this is a stupid way of talking to you, but it’s hard to teach the old dog new tricks, and I’m certainly and old dog. I always liked letters, and I feel this is pretty close to letters. I’m open to any other way of communication if you even want to keep this going.
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