I'm at work, no one has come in for over twenty minutes. I remember seeing you at work when I was shopping today, I remember how you didn't seem pleased to see me. You weren't annoyed, you just weren't happy about it, you were so apathetic. I look down at my hands, they're so alone... I'm so alone. You don't want me, I've all but given up on the idea of ever having you. I look at my wrists, they are wraped in bracelets, I see the one I made myself to remind me that I'd allways love you, and you'd allways be there for me. Pink white and blue, pink for me, blue for you, and white to represent the innocence our flirtation held. You seemed so sweet at the time, so caring. I tear at the string that holds that bracelet to my wrist, and I untie it. I hold it in my hands, all my love for you, all my devotion, my attatchment to you, what binds me here in this place. I stare for a few moments and then throw it into the closet where I keep my purse, I'm not going to pick it up, I'll leave it there. It is no longer a part of me, you are no longer a part of me. I feel as if a great weight has been lifted off my chest and I lean against the counter. I don't care about you anymore, if I keep telling myself that then maybe I'll be strong enough to belive it next time I'm with you. I refuse to be the weak little girl I was, I will be strong. I won't let you in my heart again, you've taken too long, you've toyed with my emotions one too many times. If this is getting over you I hate it, but I like it better than the hell I was going through before. You love her, I can tell. Go to her, I no longer need you, it would be better if you went, then I wouldn't have to be so strong, you're just so charming it's hard to resist you, when you want to be irrisistable.
