Favor from myself

Here’s what I’m going to do.

As a favor to both of us I’m going to ignore you.

I have no feelings for you whatsoever. You don’t make me laugh until I snort. I don’t feel completely safe in your presence.  It doesn’t feel like I’ve known you my whole life.  Holding your hand is like chewing on sandpaper and it makes me miserable.

You don’t exist.

This doesn’t exist.     We don’t exist.

If you/it/we did…we’d be in a heap of trouble.

Great …  so much for hoping.

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