Well, I swear I tried.
Your touch made me come alive like nothing has since, but I would have made it all
undone to have your friendship back. I would have left the memory of that trip in some dark corner of my soul, confined to nightmares and depressions and regrets.
I tried to pretend that Budapest was nothing more than feudal coffee houses for tourists with foreign currency, remnants of empire in shades of socialist gray. But it wasn't.
Budapest. Where all things come together and all things fall apart.
And when everything fell apart for us afterwards - I thought you blamed me.