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In December I was studying in a coffee shop, and observed the people there. A young lady sat down in one of the two seat table across the cafe from me. Later, an old woman came in, and sat across her. They were conversing with each other. I couldn't tell if the young lady was her grand daughter...

Is it strange to crave, need closeness with others, even if it is just one person, but simultaneously fearing it? It's so strange because in the day, it doesn't bother me. I feel almost, fortunate that I don't provide every detail about my intimate thoughts and feelings with every single person...