To be blunt, I was always intrested in what you had to say. But I never noticed that I always wanted to listen. I always asked the question. I always started the conversation and kept it going. You always ended it. Somehow, the obvious grabbed me by the shoulder and shook me. What the fuck?
I never really listened to the words you chose to "attack" me with. I never realized your tone.... your tone. How cold can something be in this weather? I bet the part of your brain that controls what you say is surounded by permafrost.
EVEN ICE MELTS IN THE SUMMER.
I thought I was the robot, but I'm the one breaking down and saucing, simmering, melting with your demeanor. "No." "Nothing." "I don't know." "Don't remember." Your words say more than you think. Nonchalant? Tired? You don't even know the half of it.
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