it's not the look that I get that hurts, it's the lack of a look. the absence of a "hello"...even if it's fake and said without sincerity. while I sit three seats from your right and across the table, the tension between is is thicker than butter and could be cut with a knife. but you know, I already cut it open. there is no street of sight between us, your neck doesn't turn in my direction. I'm not here.
so while you mingle meaningless rumours to others, I'll just sit here and drink. drink my coffee, drink my wine. I'll drink and I'll smile because of my new found freedom.
"Many of the most significant moments in our lives come not because it all went right, but because it all fell apart." - Rob Bell