I felt - I mean, I still feel - like I had just been happily, innocently living my whole life only to have it suddenly, accidentally but unavoidably interrupted by you. Like a rock can travel in the emptiness of space for millions of years and then, bam, it hits another rock that happens to be there, too. In hindsight, it had all been so easy until you somehow showed up, out of nowhere. Even though nothing happened but whatever those conversations were. Yet within seconds I was deep in your thrall. And when all was said and done, and that wasn't much, you didn't understand that. You didn't understand that meeting you hurt me, disturbed me, shook me to my core. You didn't understand that if I had had a choice, I would've wanted never to meet you.