I did not want or need attention from anyone. At the time, I felt more like hiding. Pretty beat up ya know. It’s what happens. There you go – you can find solace in that. Know that they took so much from me. But, I had just moved back and was getting the same question from everyone: “why did you come back here?”. The point is that there were many accumulating reasons. I was trying to answer all of those in anticipation of you wondering or asking. Now I’m selfish. You need people to tip-toe around you but guess what? I ain’t no fucking ballerina! Still, I think the world of you. As a potential friend or ally. Or at least, who I thought you were. I have to admit that after all this time, all I have is an impression, really. An echo from the past.