- Lady Godiva
Phone rings, heart pounds.
I’ll just catch up with them later.
A follow up text message a few minutes after:
“Where are you”?
“If I don’t ask about you, I’d never hear from you”!
“Are you mad at me”?
“What’s going on?”
“You never ask about me anymore”.
AAAHHHHH….that was so fuckin exhausting!
Puts phone down; picks phone back up.
What I really want these people to know is:
“It’s not you, it’s me!”
It’s not you I don’t want to ask about.
It’s me, I don’t want you to ask about.
Don’t say those dreadful words: HOW ARE YOU?