It is humbling and important to realize that not only am I not half as fascinating as I once thought I was, I bore you.
I remember being not exactly what you wanted. I remember hoping you could learn to love me anyway. I remember finding out you couldn’t, and I remember rehearsing in the rear-view mirror just how I’d tell you off.
I never did. I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t do a lot of things, like sit down, shut up, pretend it was all okay.