I wanted to see how many times he wouldn't ask.

I wanted proof that he didn't care.
I got it,
but it took a while.

The problem was,
I wanted something that
I wasn't going to have.

Which was, of course
what I expected to get and also, of course
what I didn't want to receive.

When you arrive at that place where your diminished expectations are realized
you are
equal parts vindicated and miserable.

In the end I won the tug of war
You want evidence?

Look at the blisters on my hands

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