to F, on the phone, three times those last two weeks. I had to, for job reasons.

It was, well, cool. Nice and cool, and I guess we both felt like it had been two days, instead of two years and a half, since we had last talked. Then we exchanged a few e-mails, and agreed to say we were happy to have spoken to each other. And he said he would still like to drink something with me, if I felt it wouldn’t provoke a “relational tsunami”.

I’m feeling exactly like the door I have been trying to keep closed for two years has been opened, and I can’t help everything I had kept behind to come out. I can’t help but thinking about him.

I’m feeling lost.