Darling ghost, she, I think, could not choose to be normal. I chose not to be normal. Therefore, I think she is far ahead of me. I always knew that; that's why I denied everything from her. She, too, knew how I denied her. Therefore, when she implored me to no longer look at her as a rival, I promised her I won't. She thinks I am far ahead of her. I am not. Tired of the game about who is running ahead, I have bailed out of the race. It is better this way. Feels so much better.
Your bunny.