Closure.

What a coward I’ve become!
Instead of fessing up and telling the truth, I scoured in the corner and said the first thing the came to mind, a lie!
I was never more ashamed of myself. More so for my behavior over the past few days.
My plate was over its capacity until last night.
He came over. The mood was dull and dry.
Unbearable.
I was nonchalant, unattentive, and somewhat cold.
He was dry, irritable, lost, and short.
Understandable.
Clearly things weren’t working out.
A dream deferred.
So ending it was for the best, right?
We fell asleep real awkward like.
He at the foot of the bed, me in fetal position at the head of the bed.
No contact at all whatsoever.
That’s the way it’s supposed to be, right?
When you break-up with someone, do you still have to comply with the rules as far as sleeping in the same bed?
We both woke up at around 2:40 a.m.
Me to wrap my hair, he to pee.
Back in bed, tossing and turning, air filled with anxiety and uncertainty.
Awkward silence. We decided to talk.
Sad that we couldn’t see passed our childish stubborn ways and allow the greatness that once was to consume us once again.
A few hugs. kisses.
He spooned me to sleep.
I woke up overcome with emotion…sex, lust, want, sadness, hope…all nestled in my body.
We parted ways.
No “I love you”. No “See you later”.
Simply “Goodbye”
CLOSURE.

nina