“I’m glad to hear.”
“But, knowing you, you’re rolling your eyes at my use of the term soul mate and taking bets with yourself on how long this one will last.”
“You don’t know me that well anymore.”
“I doubt you’ve changed that much.”
“He’s definitely the kind of person you’ve always seemed to be drawn to. And considering how kind and good he is to you, why wouldn’t you feel that way?”
“We’ve fought twice in the six months we’ve been together, both of which were over stupid little things and were resolved in like, three seconds. And for once I know for sure that I can trust who I’m with completely, and I’ve never lied to him, not even by omission. He really loves me.”
“I’m not arguing with you. You know that, right?”
“Yeah I know.”
“Okay, just making sure.”
“No, I need a certain degree of ‘nanny-nanny-poo-poo’. You understand. I’m human.”
“Well soon enough you’ll be able to throw salt in the wound out your car window as you drive by every day, reminding me of your solidarity and happiness.”
“Oh, don’t get bitter. I think I deserve a little. I won’t rub it in too much.”
“I didn’t mean to sound bitter.”
“Really? Wow.”
“If you kept up with that whole ‘your side of the street’ attitude I’d have been pretty bitter, but I think we can maybe give a head nod as we pass by at this stage, the occasional ‘good day sir’ or ‘ma’am’… What do you really want to say?”
“He and I didn’t start out easily, considering you did quite the number in emotionally stunting me. I mean, really, I had no idea until I had to deal with someone that wanted to be sweet to me. I had no fucking clue how to act.”
“I’m sorry. I’m also sorry, but I’d like if we could try and steer the conversation away from this.”
“We could.”
“Because besides apologizing further there isn’t much more I can do.”
“You can sit while I rub your nose in what you did. Because apparently I still have a lot of anger.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
“It will pass.”
“I’m not sure it will.”
“How could it not? You’re happy, you have your soul mate, a life plan and a future. I’m of the past and am no longer holding you back.”
“Because I’m still wading through a lot of the crap you left. I don’t like it and it wasn’t for the better but you did.”
“I have no influence over you now. I wish I could offer up something to make you feel better. I’ll even lay there while you beat or berate me if it makes you happier, but I don’t think it will. The only thing that will help is time, and the happiness you have now.”
“You’re telling me what will help. You. Are telling me. Okay this was a bad idea.”
“I mean it as my own opinion.”
“You’re like a disease, and I’m just getting past the last bits of being sick. Why would I expose myself to this bacteria, this virus again, even a little bit? We can’t be friends. Why would we talk if we aren’t friends? This was definitely a terrible idea.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll go.”
“No. I will.”
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