I didn’t want to have the conversation but she apparently did.
“When will be a good time for you, then.” She asked me.
“I don’t know.” I said to her.
“That’s all you ever say. What do you know?” She asked me.
“I don’t know.” I told her.
“Why do you do this to me? You’re supposed to love me but you treat me like I’m not even here.” She said to me.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. I never knew what I was supposed to say. If I knew what to say I would’ve said it but I didn’t and I don’t so I didn’t say anything then and I don’t say anything now.
I just stood there looking at her.
She didn’t even want to look at me.
Then a song came up on shuffle that I really liked. I didn’t know what to say but I knew I liked that song.
“I really like this song.” I said.
I turned up the volume on my computer.
I stood there listening to the song. That song always reminded me of her. I closed my eyes and thought about why that song made me think about her. It was nice.
“I really like this song.” I said again.
“You’re an asshole.” She said to me.
We both just stood there.
The music got loud and I couldn’t hear her anymore.