Specially for you, my friend.

I just read something you wrote. We never talked much about what happened in the past. I didn't ask and didn't think I should ask. (Although I did want to ask sometimes.)

Tonight, I read your story. Even though you said you weren't writing it because you were sad, the words made me think and feel otherwise.

I once asked someone if he ever loved me. That was a few years after we lost contact and became friends again. I regretted asking that question. He didn't answer the question and I did not get to see his facial expression. I never knew the answer. But we are still good friends today. I'm happy.

I guess the important part of asking is not the answer, but rather the motivation behind it. What is the intention?

So, what is yours?

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Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

-Dr. Seuss