I fell apart today in a little coffee shop right across from a Men’s Warehouse. I watched as she crumbled the remainder of her scone and flicked the crumbs at his nose, and I stood tall, but when he laughed, and worse, when the laughter was so genuine I could see it in his eyes; well, then i crumbled.
i feel a little like a pawn, except i really have no idea whose in control here. I feel like i could be being manipulated right now, but at the same time, I’m doing things against the advice of those closet to me. It doesn’t feel like reverse psychology to me.