This is a question I need to send out into the universe. It must remain coded such that I am not bombarded by those that know me, but regardless it needs to be said.
Why is it that after thirty-three years we still can't spend a single afternoon alone? All I want is for us to reconnect, to speak like two humans, in the sun, in the light of day, without the nuance of having to entertain and fulfill the needs of everyone else.
After all I was here first...shouldn't that count for something by now? Aren't I good enough, worthy enough, patient enough for your full attention and time?
A single afternoon was all I asked for, not a year, not your livelihood, not a long overdue apology...just simply an afternoon.
Wow, I had no idea that was too much to ask. I'll remember next time.
