Strange. All of a sudden Gary decided to contact me. Not even in prose, mind you, directly quoting what he wrote to me:

“I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
I wish you well and so I take my leave,
I Pray you know me when we meet again.”
-William Shakespeare

Knowing him (more or less) I can imagine he meant 90% of it, and the rest might be just residue. The implications of me even getting it are as follows in this blog post.

I know I should be working on math, but this is very important.

1. He’s not dead.

Whether or not he’s willing to talk to me, he’s at least alive. Knowing he is at least set my mind of that worrying thought.

2. He feels obligated to at least tell me something

It does appear that he doesn’t want to just let me think what I want to think and pretend he’s dead or something like that. He at least wants me to know he’s alive, and hopefully fine.

3. He could be ambivalent about the whole thing

Perhaps I wasn’t the only one who thought we hit something off. Perhaps so did he, maybe it’s just something else. Who knows.

4. He doesn’t want to talk to me now

Perhaps the most puzzling aspect of this. He doesn’t seem to want me to contact him, and is very determined to keep doing so. Am I the only one? Who knows. Hopefully not.

5. Maybe, hope?

Who knows. Still one question haunts me, why? Why me, why him, why now, why at all? Was it something I said? Is it something he’s going through? Plenty of questions, perhaps to remain unanswered.

But why, we hit something off, I don’t see why you have to just go like that all of a sudden - we can work it out, I’m sure. Please, Gary.