Saturday, April 21, 2012

The Raging Quiet

I didn't know you meant it, you said. I didn't know you meant you would try to be friends. That means a lot to me, that counts for a lot.

I, you said. You stopped. You sobbed. Just tell me that you love me, if you mean it. Just tell me that, you said.

I told you: that's not fair.

Then don't, you whispered.

And the line went dead.

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