Sorry, Simon
I'm sorry, Simon. I missed your strange company and my awkward attempts to get to know you closer. You were different, something picked up my interest. An arthouse guy you are. Or were, as our common film reached its cast list part long time ago. There won't be sequels.
I'm sorry for trying to try to message you about once half a year. You never showed much enthusiasm since 2024 even though prior to that time you were active and talktative. I don't know what I did wrong. Maybe that's natural our routes went apart. When discord got blocked in your peculiar country I found you on Vkontakte. You weren't that chatty either. And now I have the chance to try to write on Telegram, but at this point I am very afraid I could become too intrusive. You said you didn't spend time on Vkontakte anymore. And I missed our weird chats, Simon.
I'm sorry. My common sense wins. You have other people to talk and other chats to open. I have no right to question your choice. But hell it hurts you're another in the row of people who were interesting to me only to avoid me then. Alyona says I'm ovethinking and can make this last attempt. In the worst case you'd block me, and that's all. But I don't want to upset you. I have no right to break into your life whatever the causes might be.
After all, you never asked my contacts past discord.