"It's been a while," a stranger echoed my thoughts. I was startled, by a voice that's quite familiar to me. The last time I had this conversation, was ages ago. I never really understand how I am able to summon him, if there is anything common between this time and the last.
But here he is anyway. Unchanged, except for the length of his hair. I suppose it tells a huge difference. Back then, I remember hesitating giving him the longer hair. But this time, his hair looked very neat and trimmed.
In my mind he was perfect.
Exactly how I pictured him.
Beautiful.
Dignified.
Smart.
"You are not okay," he said.
"Is that a question?" I asked.
"I'm done asking the questions. This time, I'll let you do the asking," he said.
"But, I have nothing to ask."
"Yes you do. In fact, you have so many questions right now, you don't know where to begin. Your problem is you have too many problems," he said. "Allow me to give you the answers."
"Like writing fiction, write your reality in third-perspective. Treat yourself as your audience. That way, it hurts less. That way, you can care less."
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