Thirty.

My dearest you,

I don’t how many more times I am going to be able to withstand the results that come with unfulfilled promises. I know it is not your fault if you are unable to see how something will turn out, despite all of your efforts and intentions…but quite honestly I don’t even believe that much is true in your case.

You are such a predictable person, the type of person that does what it is that they want to do, does whatever it is that comes so naturally to them, without thinking. And what it is that you want is so clearly not related to me, no matter how much you try to tell yourself and myself otherwise, you’d think that you’d just be able to tell me the truth.

Why can’t you just look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t want to spend time with me? Why can’t you just grab me by the shoulder and tell me that there are so many other things in this world that you would rather be doing? Because really, you know how things are going to turn out. Hours will pass, and you will be unable to even glance in my direction. You barely even respond when I speak directly to you now.

What kind of life with another person as your half is that? Why would you even want to be in such close proximity to someone if you don’t really want anything to do with them? I don’t understand it honestly. I keep dancing around the issue, as well as ramming full force into the issue, and neither thing really seems to get me anywhere.

Everything just spins round and round, like some stupid carousal. Lollygagging, one lap at a time, as nothing changes, until one day, I suppose it all has to stop.

Love,

Your Yellow Bird

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