A talent for distance
Each time, the final badge was designed by me and bore my name. Every time, I would write the end in the middle of every conversation without any warning. I was the one who finished and I was the one who walked away without a word. Maybe that was my specialty, distancing. I have a talent for this. I move away in ways that no one can imagine, and I move away like an imaginary river in the desert, suddenly disappearing. But the strange thing about it, and something I could not figure out the reason for, is that I feel sad because I am away, but I distance myself from myself in order not to be sad. I am accustomed to rejecting others, staying away from people, and cutting off all ties with them, but I am not accustomed to having someone stay away from me. I have never given anyone a chance before. I am always the winner in the race to stay away. But today, I was the loser…