ah, darn it to gosh. As twere an unravelling sock, the fabric of my love is coming unknit, and I am compelled to day blog. Contrary to my aforeplanned plan, I misacted apropos mc just there. On existing class, we were close; but I talked to someone else. This is not how such things are done: again my ineptitude will be mistaken for rudeness. One talks before all to those whom one likes. One does not walk by them in silence. When things continue in this art and wise, things will indeed come to naught. This was what was prophesied: as we are not in class only the two of us, the occasions of talking will be drastically curtailed. Given that I am bad at initiating conversations, there will be fewer occasions for the same. With each passing day, she slips but further. I must do something.