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Talk about too much stalking.
I don't have enough evidence to back up my assumption, but I think Damon's got a brother, who at 18 years old committed suicide. I even searched on Dhaka Tribune articles, I know the guy's name from his facebook cover picture, he's got the same tittle name but there was no mention of him being his brother. All I know, Damon's got a younger sister, when I asked him on text, how many siblings you have( on a complete randomness, weeks ago when I didn't know any of his past) He completely ignored it first and then replied me after a long period. Now I know why he hesitated. He has a traumatizing past, or he might have. I still don't know if that guy was his biological brother.

I don't know why I got so invested in knowing the whole story, since I cannot directly ask him, I browsed through the net and I watched some tributes on youtube. The guy was an excellent student and on the pictures, he looked so perfectly fine, I wish I could know what was going on his head when he hung himself. I read, his father in his dhanmondi flat, found him in his room...like that.
You wouldn't believe but I actually cried when I read all that and went through his photos. He is not my brother, but for some reason, I felt like this could happen to anyone. There are people who's battling through extreme mental issues, we never know...And the fact that I asked D about his siblings was my mistake, I didn't know but now I know, I must had reminded him about all this so he hesitated. I wish I'd knew what was the real deal. I saw him in one of his cover photos, with a woman(probably his mother) and that guy. That's the only picture there. And they were kids. I have no clue whatsoever, but most probably they're related. I don't know why it made me all sad.

I am so emotional and whatever I felt for him kind of intensified. I know he's some pixels on the screen, but I've been texting him a while,  though a very small amount, but something made me want to talk with him, wanted him to open up to me. I know it is too early and inappropriate to be expecting that, but I kind of want him to be able to tell me about things like that. He is a very busy man and we don't chat enough to know each other. So I guess it is impossible to work it out.

Why do I always get so involved. Here I was , thinking, well this would turn into a nothing, he is older plus we don't have much in common and bam I stalked him all night. He is broken inside(probably) and an over obsessive maternal part of me wants to fix it. I am getting interested in him....It's not a good sign.

I should take a break from stalking people.













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