I think it was cold, but it was not

I was tear-stricken when we walked down Mission. I was already contemplating our separation. As Michael insistently made stubborn comments, in frustration, I expressed my anxiety in tears falling.

Later when I saw him in Austin, I saw him. I held in my displeasure.

I don\’t know why I can\’t let it go.

Every so often, I am reminded about how stubborn he is. How he believed the world will all conform to his product usage. It wasn\’t relevant to our friendship, but I couldn\’t convince myself that I could spend time with someone like that.

And so I let it go.

And I didn\’t try anymore.

I really didn\’t like to dance. anyway.