I remember you trusted me once. We can play your game, revealing only what we want, when we want. But you play my game as well. Give me your street address. There are many questions, Sabine. Some I can answer. Some, I cannot answer. But you have my word that I will do my best to unhide what has been hidden for so long.
When you’re young, you can make a lot of promises. You believe you can keep them. When you get older, you find that you have limits and that you have to pick and choose the promises you can keep. You get older, you try not to make promises any more to anyone. I made a promise a long time ago that I’ve broken. Since then, it has surfaced now and again in my mind like a piece of driftwood. Kept me aware of itself.
I’ll admit it was my fault that I didn’t keep it. But I hope maybe if that person’s willing, they can let me try to keep it.