That day he texted me, saying:
"I'm drunk, I seem to have the courage to text you."
"I do not want to come across as unfamiliar."
"I do not want to pretend to be messing with you."
- "I'm sorry."
Both of us, we all want to ourselves weak, only torment because the old wounds have not healed. Relax and live for you, I have suffered from your pain for a long time. That was the time I let go of everything. From now on be calm and live.
I grabbed another hand. You must also hold her hand.