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It’s been nearly two weeks since I last heard from you, Birdie. You asked about the difficult choices I’ve made in my life and then fucked off and it’s a little hard to think that those two things aren’t related. 

God, to think I almost told—

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I don’t know what’s going on with you. I don’t know why you haven’t sent me any messages since that one. I don’t know why you missed our…radio date, or whatever you want to call it. It’s not like this is the first time that you’ve gone silent for days or weeks, but this is the first time since we actually spoke to each other. And it’s a little hard to think that those two things aren’t related. 

Wherever your head is at, I’m not interested in obsessing over it. I’ve done that before, the “I have all the freedom in the universe but I’m trapping myself in a cage on someone else’s behalf” and let me tell you, I have no interest in doing it again. If you exist, Birdie, I have to believe that someone else does. Possibly multiple someones. And as long as I keep moving, I increase my chances of actually finding one of those someones. 

So you do whatever it is you’re doing, Birdie, and I’ll be just fine. 

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