Monday, February 21, 2011
'The moment he said it, I didn't feel a thing. I had imagined how I'd react, how it'll all play in my head. In all those scenarios, none of them included me thinking about how I should react. I asked myself if I should start tearing, not because my heart had just been broken, but to elicit some guilt. More desperately, I wanted a show of a last bit of affection and love. The chafed off part of me said "Fuck that!" and wanted me to drop a brilliant line to which he'd have to live with and walk away. All I did, to my shame, was to sit there and say nothing.'Labels: joint
