Six months on, and although Channel D is still on loop, the volume is much lower. It's background noise now.
His exile has been to my advantage. But now he's starting to show his face, too arrogant, or is it ashamed, to acknowledge me as more than a passing acquaintance.
If he was the man I thought he was it could have been wonderful. But I was wrong, he isn't and it can't.
I layer thick over thin.
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2 comments:
Oh my dear, my dear. It's just the way of the world. Nothing more.
Of course you take it personally because you're a person, but you just happened to drift into the orbit. It could have been anyone.
Or perhaps that is what's hardest to accept?
I won't accept that lying and cheating and sucking bystanders into a vortex, dumping them with a horrible secret, and then sulking because they didn't get the girl, who's not much anyway, is the way of the world.
It's the way of a bounder. Nothing more. And that is what is hardest to accept.
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