I was weeping my heart out for days together. Yes my reaction could be silly, overtly emotional, meaningless, stupid. But what matters is not whether "it" matters to you, but whether "I" do. If "I" did, you could just get me over "it". As easily as you know you can, and, only you can? It was not about right or wrong. It was not the issue which was the issue. It was just that i felt the way i felt, and you could help that and you didn't.
You had said, when I called after a week, that i send you a mail listing out things i want of you in bullet points, saying you'd come back to me with "objective" responses on them, so that disconnects such as this can be meted put easily.
You know what? Well, forget it!
But didn't you once promise you would understand me when I were being just a baby?
I was surprised to discover I was still left with some self-esteem that surfaced at the right minute and stopped me. I sighed. This is a picture I have known all too well already.
We are, well, logical elitists. You had pointed out, as a parting note. I remember. I will remember.
But then, what's new?
