St. Valentine’s; yet another one of those special holidays that doesn’t end well. I think Deane was asleep when I left, she must have, she had taken a sleeping pill a while ago. Now I write because I realized that she pointed out something that is very true: I am not willing to make any effort for anyone, and I disguise this banal and dishonorable feature with a posture of unconventionality. What an impostor!
I didn’t realize, but she is right. That’s why I didn’t bring anything to my family in my last visit to Lima, after two years of not seeing them, I only brought a bottle of advil for my mother. Your presence per se is not a treat, Lucas.
… I didn’t buy flowers, didn’t write a card, even though I thought many times about stopping by the store to get Deane some flowers… I also forgot to say happy valentine’s day, good night.
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