A matter of introspection
Ma uit la persoana asta, in casa careia stau de atata timp, si…nu simt nimic. Not love, nor hate and definitely not gratitude. Maybe a little annoyance for disturbing my lifestyle. How dare she come back and reclame this place after all this time? I kept it warm, I loved here and I was broken here, I’ve learned all it’s cracks and lent it my scent. So doesn’t that make it a little bit mine?
Apparently not. I smile again. I nod. I’m 3 quarters on the inside and 1 quarter out.
Sociopaths 101 completed successfully.