I was looking for a piece of paper, some legal shit, related to my driving license, basically a two years old paper on which I was supposed to find something I had forgotten/lost/had no idea ever existed. While looking for that piece of paper (by the way, I found it, and it's still useless, so don't mind), I found a letter a girl sent me, last year, I think. I just realized that that girl was disturbingly in love with me. I used to think she was only sporadically in love with me, or part-time in love with me, but there was more. I could have been more patient with her, but the truth is that I never was interested in her, really, and perhaps I should not have given her so much to hold on, after all, just to later take it away. The truth is that she never was my type.
She's the last girl I've dated. Were they only dates? I barely remember even touching her. Back to the drawer, forgotten letter. I'll care in a year, when I'll have to look at this drawer again.
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