Men!
Whunjo is whittling javelins, Uhruz is wandering naked, looking for his clothes, Kalf is recovering from his last shenanigans in Bree, Alfknutr is nowhere to be seen, probably hidden somewhere with a migraine, not wanting to behold the madness: and we're leaving in a short while, and nothing is ready. Are we going to eat javelins during the journey, pray tell? And will Uhruz come naked?
I know why I'm nervous: Ehwaz.
I think he hates me, deep down; perhaps he isn't aware yet, but he will, eventually. When I will be too far for him to reach. As far as I already am, now, in his mind.
Oh, I know. I know he will forget me.
People cannot change: you fall in love with them for what they are, not for what you would like them to be.
I fell in love with a man that can't love me the same way I do. What should have I done?
I can't lie to myself.
When I will be on my way, soon, he'll finally be happy.
Happy because he won't have to love me anymore; he will be free.
He can lie to himself, he's good at that.
He will forget what we have been.
Yet, i will not. I just cannot.
He still owes me one last thing: the third one.
Forget me, if you must, but please...
Please, don't forget Ehwaz.
Minn léof.
