Please. Please don’t fall in love with someone else. Please… I should be telling you to go for it, and wish you luck from afar, because it’s something you want, because I shouldn’t hold you back but… but I selfishly want you for myself. I don’t want someone else to have you. Not when you told me you have (had?) feelings for me still and want(ed?) to try again.
Please. The last thing I want is for you to be out of reach.
“It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do. I’m never completely at home anywhere.”