Here You Me

Interestingly enough, now that I sit here on the bus, going to work, I realize that I am happy hearing from him. It makes me hate him a little less, which means that I am dispensing my energy less. To tell the truth, I've missed him, too. Only a little bit. So little thatI almost didn't recognize, and it was definitely easier not to recognize. I just want to tell him what happened to me -- this burden was meant for me to carry alone. He needs to take responsibility as well. I wonder if he would. I wonder what it is that he is after. I grow weary at the prospect of friendship. This will never be an equal alliance. Let's wait and see.