One day I’d imagine she’ll know what she wants. Until then, I’ll probably be here where she left me, wondering what to do with myself. Two good runs, if short in duration, were enough to convince me that things could really start to look up, but the scenes keep getting cut short and forgotten. What’s compassion when you can have fickleness in an equal amount? At least someone’s winning the game. I stopped playing years ago and I’m bored with the instructions so I’m not picking up the pawn. I wish I could say I don’t know what to do anymore, but I do, and I just can’t bring myself to it. This would haunt me in the afterlife, too.
