I met A and we ended up in a bar that I like. We chatted about many things, some intellectual, some not, and I started touching her, kissing her. It made no sense at the time, but it felt good, and I liked holding her in my hands. The same night I wrote her a kind of letter that I haven’t written in a long while. I really don’t know why but I felt that there is something in her that draws me in. Then, no response for 3 days. It felt like eternity, as if I had given a piece of myself and was missing my part. We met up again, and we had a good time — though she was keeping distance. We met again today and now it’s over and I feel bad about it. I wish I knew why, but it’s too late now. I fear we won’t see each other again. Probably it’s better this way, but I feel a bit sad and, strangely, a bit ashamed.