" this is where you and I are different. I can forgive strangers. I don't know them. there is no level of trust, no relationship being violated. it's friends like you I have a tough time with. I trusted you. I knew you. we told each other everything. and you purposely exploited me. that's the kind of person I have a problem with. that's the person I can't forgive. you and I? we're done. "
and like that I walked away.
it was cold on the walk back. hues of sunset scattered across the path I was on. brisk air cut through my thin sweater like it was nothing more than butter.
the salty raindrops dropping down my face were warm. and my face was flushed, I don't even think it was because of the cold. it was his fault. again.
or was it mine?
