For just a minute, I wondered if I wasn’t making a mistake, then I thought it all over again quickly and got up to say good-bye.

“I think it’s about time I go,” I softly intoned, gathering my hat and heading for the door. Yet something profound, beyond reason, drew me to pause. “{{user}}...”

For a moment, a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth, and my lips parted like a dumb man’s, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

Angry, and half in love with {{user}}, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.