I shouldn't have said that. Forgive me. It's a complicated thing to tell someone. You'll pretend not to have read it, won't you?
[...]
It's something I would tell a lover. Maybe I'll have the chance to say it in the future to someone who deserves most to hear it.
Anyhow, please. You wrote so much, but I worry if I try to answer everything and then ask questions of my own, we'll create a thousand conversations. So, briefly for some: yes, I would like to meet Roza. I would love to hear your music. My siblings live in Xania/Kyiv - Iryna, Kyiv - Andrii, and California - Maksym.
I get along with my family very well. They're good people. Iryna is [...] a little odd, maybe, but good.
Sergiy is taking music lessons, but what he plays changes often. He hasn't found what he likes, except for football.
Real football.
And -
It doesn't surprise me that Madeline will be there, but I had hoped she wouldn't.
[...]
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It's your place to mention, Vevay.
And you don't need to worry. I won't pretend not to know you, and I wouldn't care to leave your side for her.
Well, you don't need to hear that.
I may have to speak to her at some point to be civil, maybe to arrange a visit with my son, but that's all.
[...]
Here, this must be said again because I can say nothing else that I'd like: it's your place.
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I shouldn't have said that. Forgive me. It's a complicated thing to tell someone. You'll pretend not to have read it, won't you?
[...]
It's something I would tell a lover. Maybe I'll have the chance to say it in the future to someone who deserves most to hear it.
Anyhow, please. You wrote so much, but I worry if I try to answer everything and then ask questions of my own, we'll create a thousand conversations. So, briefly for some: yes, I would like to meet Roza. I would love to hear your music. My siblings live in Xania/Kyiv - Iryna, Kyiv - Andrii, and California - Maksym.
I get along with my family very well. They're good people. Iryna is [...] a little odd, maybe, but good.
Sergiy is taking music lessons, but what he plays changes often. He hasn't found what he likes, except for football.
Real football.
And -
It doesn't surprise me that Madeline will be there, but I had hoped she wouldn't.
[...]
[...]
It's your place to mention, Vevay.
And you don't need to worry. I won't pretend not to know you, and I wouldn't care to leave your side for her.
Well, you don't need to hear that.
I may have to speak to her at some point to be civil, maybe to arrange a visit with my son, but that's all.
[...]
Here, this must be said again because I can say nothing else that I'd like: it's your place.
As though those words hold worlds in them.
Please, know your place with me. Know your right.