Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

8.16

Removing, for a moment, your dispassionate scientist's heart, please try to see things my way, to give me the benefit of the doubt, to take my side. All I wanted was a friend, and you avoided standing up for me. All I wanted was a lover, and you used me up. All I wanted was a confidant, but I felt like a case study.
Anyway, this is just to say: you've failed to be what you advertised at first, and I'm choosing myself, for now. That's why I'm leaving. Don't try to fix this, dear. I know you can't, because it would require that you actually understood the last paragraph, and I know you didn't. Goodbye.

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