a person and a place

(Looking down at the ground, hands fidgeting)

We were...whatever we were. I guess. Comfortable. Maybe we were happy sometimes.

(Looking up at the sky, over)

I didn't want to be with you, really. There was pressure, you knew that. From my mom, from myself. To not be alone.

(Looking up, at him, slowly. Like a cat)

And now, I wish you were never born. You were so familiar to me and now you're a stranger and I hate you.