We need to talk.
Four little words that only bring dread.
I keep staring at them and the first thing I think is, What did I do wrong?
We need to talk.
One sentence that never means a pleasant conversation.
And I begin to wonder, because I don’t have a clue what we need to talk about.
We need to talk.
My mind comes up with all kinds of scenarios.
Nothing seems to make sense.
We. Need. To. Talk.
And then I get angry.
Because the truth is, I didn’t do anything wrong at all.
We need to talk, only means there is nothing left to talk about.
