*wryly* Atarincë and I do not often talk about our feelings, child. He and your father might but that's a somewhat frightening thought so let's not go there. You'll write. It may take time but you mustn't crawl inside your head and hide there. It'll only make things harder for you in the long run.
*falters as she tries to figure out how/what to tell you* *hesitantly* I do not think of myself as lonely most of the time or desperate or treacherous. *dismally* But I...I made a pass at someone I ought not to and the worst of it is that I have no idea what possessed me to do it. *perfectly truthfully* Never in my lives did I imagine I would try any such thing.