Raz
Bluelighter
Two unread messages.
There are two unread messages waiting for me, Jodie. Two times you've reached out across distance emotional and physical...and for what? Recriminations? Incrimination? Regrets? Rejection? An insincere grip on something that only ever existed inside small pills?
I don't know if we were ever friends; I don't know if we were anything other than two people in the same time and place who couldn't admit that they were grown-ups.
But we are grown-ups.
I'm not a very good grown-up Jodie, but I'm trying. Maybe you are too, but I can't be bothered finding out. I know that's not what I'm supposed to say - I know I'm meant to give you another chance, or hate you with a bitter heart, or hold some kind of passion for or against you, but the truth is I can't be bothered.
It's simple, but it's the truth.
I just can't be bothered.
There are two unread messages waiting for me, Jodie. Two times you've reached out across distance emotional and physical...and for what? Recriminations? Incrimination? Regrets? Rejection? An insincere grip on something that only ever existed inside small pills?
I don't know if we were ever friends; I don't know if we were anything other than two people in the same time and place who couldn't admit that they were grown-ups.
But we are grown-ups.
I'm not a very good grown-up Jodie, but I'm trying. Maybe you are too, but I can't be bothered finding out. I know that's not what I'm supposed to say - I know I'm meant to give you another chance, or hate you with a bitter heart, or hold some kind of passion for or against you, but the truth is I can't be bothered.
It's simple, but it's the truth.
I just can't be bothered.
