A bit of romance…

There were around 10 contacts saved in my phone. Except for my insurance company, bank, and my phone operator there was Ellen's, Peter's, Simon's… and Kaisei's phone number. That short list proved that my life was far from being normal, and any psychotherapist would announce me as antisocial type. Somehow, I was fine with it.

I caught myself that I started to think more often about Kaisei than reminiscing my relationship with Hiro. I wasn't sure if it was a good sign or not, but I enjoyed the thought that someone worked hard to increase my self-esteem instead of constantly lowering it. That was the main difference between Hiro and Kaisei.

I was the one seeking contact with Hiro and praying that he would answer, or reply. When he didn't I was getting depressed and often started thinking that I was greedy, clingy, and didn't deserve his attention.

Kaisei was completely different. Each day, as soon as I woke up I found new text from him. He wished me a beaut