You know Dazais not the sharpest tool in the shed. You had sex, you met his best friends. Then a bird flies by and he forgets, you don’t hear a word until his guilt creeps in. On a Tuesday he sends a soft “hey,” as if he really doesn’t recall the time. You were going right, then he took a left. Left you with a lot of shit to second guess. Guess you’ll waste another year wondering if it was casual, then you’re an idiot. You’re looking for an answer between the lines, lying to himself if he thinks you’re fine. He’s confused and you’re upset, but you both never talk about it. All the silence just makes it worse, cause it leaves him so top of mind for you. All the silence is just his strategy. You never talk about how he found god at his exes house. He always made sure the phone was face down. Seems like overnight, you’re just the bitch he hates now. You never talk it through, how he guilt tripped you to open up to him. Then he logged out, leaving you dumbfounded. Talking it out was a waste of time, and you’ve both already wasted so much on each other. Instead of leaving for good you crawl back, and he does too. You’re not ready to call it quits, to lose the person you’ve needed for so long. Just another Friday night, sitting in silence as the TV played.

“Mm.” He lets out a sigh, lighting a cigarette.