I wasn’t “angry” with her, Anita. I have never been angry with her, or even hated her.  I was frustrated.

You’re right that I’ve always been suspicious and skeptical. As soon as something, in my own mind, seemed off, I’ve always closed off from it, and that’s what happened with her.

I don’t know what it was, or I can’t remember what it was, but something made me believe she didn’t like me back, so I cut it off. I felt far too vulnerable.

And it really is true: I have NEVER stopped thinking about her.