Looked up this afternoon, deep into the gray, and realized I wanted to end a friendship. I call it that tentatively, as it was something more than a friendship, and something much less - much less than everything else. I rolled this newfound detachment around my tongue, and acknowledged it as a confirmation of something that's been growing inside me the past few weeks.
It's not so conflicting to just look the other way now -- An odd, quiet, unsurprising liberation. I accepted it and returned to my reading.
It's as if I've visited a favorite place too often, ordered a favorite dish too many times, and with each return I craved it less. My thoughts are always somewhere else when you are around. I'm ready to try out a new space, to sit in a new window, to feel the sunshine on my face instead of seeing it from a distance.
Let's break up. ;)
