Today, something clicked.

Of course, I shouldn't make that sound like a good thing, because all the clicking did in the long run really was make me altogether more confused.

Today, I saw a card. It was simple, from a fairly common trading card game. It was laying face-up on the mattress I had just flopped down on.

But, as common an occurrence like this is for me, there was a feeling I couldn't shake, a feeling that I knew to be true.

I knew that there was something written on the back of that card.

And as I turned that card over to see the simple printed back of just another trading card, I knew that I wasn't thinking of that card, I was thinking of his cards, and I mused aloud about his knowing that, on the back of his cards, the information he'd needed was waiting.

Of course, in the back of my head, she laughed and laughed, knowing that even for my rampant curiosity and somehow blatant knowledge of this, there was no way that I would ever bring myself to talk to him again.

But maybe, just maybe, there would be a way to let him know.

Is it worth it? No. It will never be worth it.

But someone, anyone else, has to know.