I feel so troubled. Like everything is starting to renormalize and like nothing has ever happened between us. From a biological standpoint, I envisioned a protein folding back to its native state.

And here I am standing between the two roads, as I described to you that one time. That one poem by Robert Frost, except this time, the pathways lead into two completely different possibilities, one of which is less traveled. I could either play along your rules and become more distant. Or I could keep trying to reach out for you and ask you sc