if silence is a crime then were both guilty...
Things have changed between us, though I am not sure what and I’m not sure why. We don't talk anymore; We just send random text messages like "hi" when there's nothing else to say . For a while, even though I could sense things were changing, I tried to pretend like they weren't. I still acted like my goofy self and played around. But more often than not I got a disapproving look, chin down, eyes up or the flat, "Uh, okay."
But today I had this urge to reconnect. I wanted to tell her that this weekend I had rolled $28 dollars worth of pennies. Pennies! Twenty-eight dollars worth! I wanted to tell her that the chemistry project that I had been working on for four days, the project that my perfectionistic self had been making me sick over, had finally come to and end. And it was perfect. But when I got home today I realized i didn't save it. I wanted to tell her that I went to see the Spongebob movie and that she was right it wasn't all that great.I wanted to tell her how excited I am about the Battle of the Sexes on TV tonight, how my sister just left for Tennessee, how my stomach hurt all day, how Hot Pockets are my new favorite food.
But I didn’t tell her any of it.
Things have changed. And maybe on some level I always knew they would, which would explain my reluctance to attempt to understand things. But it's still hard...
But today I had this urge to reconnect. I wanted to tell her that this weekend I had rolled $28 dollars worth of pennies. Pennies! Twenty-eight dollars worth! I wanted to tell her that the chemistry project that I had been working on for four days, the project that my perfectionistic self had been making me sick over, had finally come to and end. And it was perfect. But when I got home today I realized i didn't save it. I wanted to tell her that I went to see the Spongebob movie and that she was right it wasn't all that great.I wanted to tell her how excited I am about the Battle of the Sexes on TV tonight, how my sister just left for Tennessee, how my stomach hurt all day, how Hot Pockets are my new favorite food.
But I didn’t tell her any of it.
Things have changed. And maybe on some level I always knew they would, which would explain my reluctance to attempt to understand things. But it's still hard...