Fish Wrapper: 2007.06.08
June 8, 2007I suppose you’ve decided not to talk to me anymore. I know you’re busy too, but I can only conclude that there’s purpose behind your silence. Am I wrong?
Imagine my point of view. We go from talking three times a day. Seeing each other most days. We go from the snuggle to what? We go from that to this. An I’ll see you when I see you sort of thing. And it’s not that I don’t understand or appreciate the things you’ve had to deal with. Believe me when I say I do. But I’m left hanging here too. Remember that there are two sides to this. Some small talk every now and then would go a long way.
I’m not going explain what happened last Friday night. I’ve had a rough spot lately, as you know, and I probably shouldn’t have gone out in the first place. I did because I wanted to see you. But we just followed our friend around in circles, it seemed, and I felt like I was in the wrong place. In the way, whatever. Do you know what it’s like to see you and not be able to talk to you? Really talk to you? Especially when our dialog has been so infrequent? So that’s where I was on Friday.
So talk to me [Name redacted]. Tell me you’re still out there. Tell me you still think about me. Tell me something.
Michael