You are losing me. Remember that time , the first time, that I started doing something you could not understand. We were in college, I fell for this older man, he was Jewish and it made no sense to you so you WENT FREAKING CRAZY?!!!
Yes, your sentiments had truth to them, yes, you had reasons to be concern and voice disapproval but you were almost broken by it. The fact that something was happening you could not control, change, or understand made you more than a little bit crazy and a lot rude. We could not even talk about other things, be in the same room, you lived and breathed your disapproval, you wore it and were covered in it, it consumed you entirely.
Well that is long over yet your inability to support someone through something you don't understand lives on.
It is such a shame that you choose to be close to your judgements instead of me. That you would rather spend time with indignation and condescension than knowing what is going on in my life.
Maybe this is what was meant to happen. We were meant to grow up and get married and have different lives.
It feels strange, all the space.
I miss being close, I miss our bunk beds, I miss getting ready together. I miss getting each other without talking about things.
boys ruin everything. :/
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