“Do you think I’m being selfish wanting to be alone”?


I regretted starting this conversation. What do I do now? Bail out and pretend it never started? Or…

“What do you mean”???

It was too late to wonder.

“Well. I feel I have love to give but I don’t know how to give it. Even worse, I don’t know how to receive it”.

We were sitting in the bright sunshine and suddenly thunder roared, startling us both.

“You’re an idiot”.

“Yep, you’re right”.

It started to rain.