Ok, I am ready to admit it. Just ask me. I foresee a reckoning......sometime in the vague future. The future seems so near because time flies so fast. But how long would I have to wait? I still stand by what I feel and whatever I've said. Ask me and I'll tell you everything I wanted you to know but didn't tell you. You know I will, if you ask. You may not do it tonight, tomorrow, next week, the month after or the following year, but you will eventually. (Maybe I am starting to hope.) Hold out as long as you need to. Purge yourself of the guilt. This isn't over. Because I am so angry, so mad at you that the universe has to pay heed and do something about it. Something has to happen.

This anger is barely being contained in my skin.

Till we meet again. (And it won't be like the last time.)

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