2008-04-05
Fluster.
No, I didn't really mean it when I said I wanted to kill him. It was a bit of a reflex action - something to stem the awkwardness of your statement, and being thrown into that I wasn't in the right mind to construct something witty, something that would or could tell you properly.
I blame it on being late, I suppose. Inopportune phone calls in between while I was trying to answer you properly, and the night being too dark and the weather too warm. Maybe one day you'll know, though when I'm not too sure.
For now I'll wait, you'll wait, because situations get more confusing as we age, all without our notice.
inquisite at 10:31 a.m.