goldenapples | *locked to star

I do not think you hate me. I would like to know what is going wrong so that I can fix what I am able to.

Nothing is wrong or fixable.

Then it is me, and I am feeling distant from you. I don't like it and I miss you.

It will pass.

You must be correct. I will continue to try with you and my strange moods will pass.

My moods will pass. It's me.

Yes. You said that nothing you feel will last forever.

I forgot about space, but I cannot go this week. Perhaps I will ask again next week.

You might.