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A. B. C. D. E. [Apr. 9th, 2008|04:54 pm]
I sat in a booth. Towards the back. The neon light casting a red glow over my drink, over my book, over me. Vodka and tonic water. Bowl of olives. Book on sailors and things of the nautical varieties. I tried focusing. I couldn't. I tried listening. I couldn't. My thoughts kept returning back to you. And her. And her. You claim I don't have to continue holding my banner. Waving it in front of you. Without mercy. You claim I don't have to continue reminding you of how I feel. Every chance I get. Without mercy. But every time. Every single time. A face turns my head. A message is received. It's the same inquisition. Ending in the same question. Ending in the same answer. I would not. I focus on migration. Worthy change of scenery. I focus on running away. Away from you. Away from her. Away from this problem that has no solution.
A wants B. B wants C. C wants B. B wants A. D wants A. No one bothers with E. Who might also want A. Then again, might also want C.