Stone

I don't understand what happened. Was it the look of my stained tooth when I opened my mouth to talk to him that made him behave so badly? That made him exit like a coward? Why would he do that? Why would he not get back to me? 

We're not friends. We're not lovers. He isn't family. Oh, is that why? Because I'm not important? Does that give him permission not to keep his word? What kind of man is this? Aren't family men and women supposed to be decent? 

Why can't people use their words? What's wrong with men who can't communicate directly? I'm shocked...but, I called it. I called it right from the start. I saw the truth, him in his King of Pents manner. They know how to flaunt. They know how to impress. But, they have no staying power. It's only ever about their money. I find it all so boring, so empty, vacant of real meaning.

I'm mad at myself for seeing something that wasn't there, a kind of sincerity. It wasn't ever there. He was never there. He doesn't exist. He never existed. He's just some average guy trying to make it in this world.

I wasn't asking for his hand in marriage. I'm already spoken for. Just for him to keep his word about something so innocent...like a friendly lunch between three parties. That's all!

So, here I go again dragging my sword against the cold stone ground. No one complains about the scraping and screeching sounds because, well, I'm the only one here. Which suits me just fine.