Soon there'll be nothing left of me.

[gaoldman]

Embroiled in an ideological cage match, the discussion of social barbarism and societal ills had more of an impact on me than I'd have let her know at the time, I'm sure. It's made a vortex in my gut which has managed to swallow every capability to be careful, caring, mindful. My bootheels seem to be grinding all the little flowers and I didn't

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[gaoldman]

I'll have to remember not to stop in fucking Iceland next time. Well done, you had me going.

[gaoldman]

It wasn't supposed to be a layover, but apparently that wasn't part of your plan. What the hell was this? Revenge? For what? I can't fucking believe you'd use work as leverage to close the deal, either, even fucking NOW. All that noise you made about how... oh really, sod it. All. Did you actually write any of that down before you came over to read it out or was it off the cuff?

[gaoldman]

Yes, work. I know the timing was horrible, and I knew you were hiding being upset about it until you boarded, but I thought we could get over it, that it was just more of the same. I didn't expect, or deserve, that complete explosion when I rang, and you know that. It's just a convenient excuse that gives you a jolly good reason to scram once you'd picked me open again. And in that aspect, darling, you've outdone any pretenders to the throne.

[gaoldman]

Then WHAT was all of that? You went fucking mental on me, for what? FUCK, you are completely fucking confusing. You never heard it twenty times, lambchop, because I didn't fucking tell you. Fat lot of good it did, has done and will ever do. Your agenda changes with the direction of the wind and I'm far, far too old for this guessing game. I'd hoped you were too.

[gaoldman]

What? You went mental on me because you think I went to shag someone else? Are you fucking serious? You can't be. You can't actually have really believed that. I'll admit to wanting you to think that AFTER you went mental on me, but it didn't happen either way. That girl is a dear girl, but her dance card is full and I'm still recovering from my last tango. Nice, Uma. Lovely.

[gaoldman]

Recovering from the enormity of what was unfolding. Everything before I had to go was real enough to make me want to scream. In joy, fear, apprehension, you name it. I thought we were in a place we'd enjoyed way back when. Then I panicked that it wasn't genuine at all, and then I re-ignited the hope that it was. And then I realised we were in a place we played out in public that wasn't enjoyable in the least. Here we go again. Check, please.

[gaoldman]

Oh, going then? Fantastic.

[gaoldman]

It means I don't want to do this shredding of each other again for another minute. I can't.