The Phone Conversation

I don’t know what brought it on, but something definitely snapped. With every word, I could feel the walls being built, higher and higher.

It was ‘Now, now, now.’

A conversation, with no proper resolve. A conversation, which aimed for nothing more than an issue at hand, whilst the two involved probably suffered more from its aftershock.

I didn’t expect it to be that way. I didn’t expect so much frustration in that conversation; I expected time to have lessened the pain, I expected to be able to discuss things rationally, I expected to be cold civility instead of the raw aggravation.

It has been awhile, and while nothing’s been organized officially, I didn’t expect that knee jerk reaction. There was so much raw emotion in his voice, so much emphasis on his need to be free of me, and have nothing at all, not even the slightest reminder that we were once together.

So starts the systematic process of erasing me from his life.

If that’s the way you want it, so be it.

But I can’t be like that.

So give me a break, albeit a short one, while I sit for the most important exams of my life.

I will get on it.

Honest.

I’m not trying to make excuses, and I’m not trying to make you out as someone you’re not. I know you have every right to want things to be sorted out, and to remove the reminders of the time we have together. I know you have a right to be upset.

I just hoped we could talk as friends.