My heart broke a little this morning
I think anyone who reads this knows that I am hardly a romantic, but even with that there are times that my cynical, jaded heart can still be shocked and jolted by someone around me. This morning was one of those times.
I was sitting next to a random guy on the train. He didn't look like someone you would think was about to make your heart break. You know the type: shaved head, goatee, tattoos, wearing all black... his cell phone had an AC/DC skin. He was glowering, palpably exuding a "do not talk to me" vibe. And said cell phone rings.
He looked at it for a second then answers. "Why the f*%k did you call me? So you can tell me you're going to have an abortion again? ... I know you don't care. You never f*$king care. All you want to do is fight. ... Look, if you wouldn't have started yelling last night - all I wanted to do was do one thing to make things a little better. You just want to make things worse to hurt me as much as you can.... I'm done. I'm done. I'm done. Do what you want. DO WHATEVER YOU F**KING WANT! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!"
He hangs up, looks at me for a half second. I can see tears on his hardened face, and he gets up and storms off to the other end of the train.
The phone rang again and he silenced it then moved to where nobody in our car could see him anymore.
I was sitting next to a random guy on the train. He didn't look like someone you would think was about to make your heart break. You know the type: shaved head, goatee, tattoos, wearing all black... his cell phone had an AC/DC skin. He was glowering, palpably exuding a "do not talk to me" vibe. And said cell phone rings.
He looked at it for a second then answers. "Why the f*%k did you call me? So you can tell me you're going to have an abortion again? ... I know you don't care. You never f*$king care. All you want to do is fight. ... Look, if you wouldn't have started yelling last night - all I wanted to do was do one thing to make things a little better. You just want to make things worse to hurt me as much as you can.... I'm done. I'm done. I'm done. Do what you want. DO WHATEVER YOU F**KING WANT! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!"
He hangs up, looks at me for a half second. I can see tears on his hardened face, and he gets up and storms off to the other end of the train.
The phone rang again and he silenced it then moved to where nobody in our car could see him anymore.