Hey, I’m not mad at you. I truly don’t think there will ever be a day where I’m mad at you. Being mad at someone means they crossed a line or did something wrong, and in the three years I’ve known you, you’ve never made me feel that way. Not once. I’ve never felt that you would intentionally do something to hurt me or disappoint me. I trust you with everything, and that trust isn’t fragile or temporary. It’s something I carry calmly, something I’m sure of in my heart.

When you told me about this guy, I felt a small, momentary discomfort. It wasn’t anger, and it wasn’t about you. It wasn’t even really about him. I just happen to dislike him, and seeing someone you naturally dislike treat someone you deeply care about gently can feel strange. It creates an image in your head that you’re not used to holding. I think maybe I felt something similar once before with Abdalwahab, but today it was more intense because it was new. And when something is new, especially emotionally, it can feel heavier than it actually is.

I’m not someone who walks around disliking people. That’s rare for me. The percentage of this kind of reaction happening is very low, and even now it’s just something temporary. I probably just need a little rest to reset and recharge. I’m sorry for cutting your conversation about the outing with your old colleagues. I don’t think this feeling will last long at all. I’ll probably be completely okay by the evening. You are too loved for me to hold onto something small like this, so please don’t worry. Good luck with your lecture today. Enjoy it fully.