to stop being misleading. to be honest. there is no such thing as being more honest. to be in touch often. it has been therapeutic having the long conversations, correspondences. going through our life events; the tragedy as well as the comedy of what we go through. we had gone through at some point.
and then there is the only other person that calls me pistachio. every time it feels like a blast in the past, when I just think of the time that has passed since I received his first random message. it was another of the many I used to receive from strangers, but I clicked reply.
conversations had evolved. revolutionized. some fantasy, some reality. the beautiful of it and the ugly of it. there were no borders and the sky was the limit. and recently, Hawaii has come up as an idea. a new escape plan. I’ve been holding onto it.