How not to worry. How not to think all the time about what I should say and what I should do. I retype every message I send, I reread every word I write just to make sure I don’t sound too crazy or too obsessed. But who’s in my mind?
Only me.
I just should forget about it. I can’t. It’s hard. I’m awkward.
I’m losing control and I’m scared.
But maybe words are simply superfluous.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld
The Manicheans 