i have a car now, my own. and i keep imagining going to you. driving the 6 hours. it wouldn’t be hard. but this also makes me question, why didn’t you ever do it? you did have your own car, and then mariam’s. in the seven months we spent together, you couldn’t spare 6 hours. there was always an excuse, issa.
i love you, and i know you loved me, but where was that effort you knew i desired?