I want to say, “I knew it”. I want to hang my head in despondence and tell myself, “See I told you.” I want to look in the mirror–as I usually do–and search for answers as if they could be written on my face. I want to throw my mobile phone against it. I want to watch the cracks it makes on the mirror until my reflection is as distorted as his intentions, until my face appears as shattered as my insides.
Real never called.
Which I guess, that in itself, is the only answer I should need.
10 responses so far ↓
Lpeg // July 2, 2008 at 4:03 pm
I’m sorry Hope.
Chrissy // July 2, 2008 at 4:20 pm
Want me to beat him up for you?
deutlich // July 2, 2008 at 5:41 pm
It’ll happen. The right one will come along.
He will.
thenextfish // July 2, 2008 at 6:31 pm
That is supremely shitty. The next guy will be better. promise.
freeandflawed // July 2, 2008 at 7:40 pm
I’m sorry :(
Don’t throw your phone though. He’s not worth ruining a good piece of technology.
e-hugs.
Sara Jane // July 2, 2008 at 10:24 pm
Wine. Hugs. More Wine…the good kind.
aicha // July 3, 2008 at 12:05 am
and still, you’re here. it’s sad, yes, but you’re here.
Essentially Me // July 3, 2008 at 6:28 am
Fuck him. You deserve better.
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