"What could you possibly mean?" he asked, to me.
As if he had never been called out before. As if no woman had ever wondered. I just called today, to say... What could I say?
When promises become lies, words become whispers. I have been whispering to him for a while about things, but all he hears are screams. So many people are deaf to the underlying themes planted in ordinary conversations. I am so tired of this - of being lonely.
I want someone to hear me.
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