He’d invested so much of himself that for a moment I couldn’t remember exactly why he’d been so disliked. Then he called it a tower and I wanted to cry for surely he was one of the bombs.
It was the closest to compassion he’ll ever express to me about the others, and besides, he doesn’t really trust me, yet feels I’m a necessary evil, even if just for one more season.
Meanwhile, he’d no idea about this ‘thing’ called Love inside of me, how it had grown without explanation, or how much he was a reminder that we were still connected. For ten minutes I listened to him while pretending it was 2015 and my opinion mattered.
But it isn’t, and it never did.
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