Home of the fumbler…

I often think that words that start or end things will be accompanied with appropriate ceremony…whether high drama or gentle delicateness. The words I heard were cruel…and the only sound they made was the silence inside my head when I read the text on my phone screen – “and im done hiding anything from u ja. if im gonna see someone, i believe that it’s only fair that u know what’s going on so that u can decide to move on too w/o waiting for me”.

This (non)relationship of 2 years…or whatever it was…has trained me brutally to not easily be hurt or surprised at human faults any more. So, even by this I am not.

I switched off the phone and I heard the loud bar and the voices of my friends flood back and take me in again. So much for ceremony.