The Thickness of Armor

Dragging yourself, half-drunk and half-asleep, out of bed, slapping water on your face and heading over knowing that if you don’t, who knows when he will give you the opportunity to see him again.

Although you know the words are just words when he says he would call if he heads back-you have heard this before, you know he will not. A spark of hope does arrive at the thought of him telling you that you are supposedly a “good thing” and so he might actually try to come back because he wants to make sure to see you. But to no avail. Saturday night passes, as does Sunday-and nothing.

And that is why I have the armor!