UnresolvedA Story by Campbell DeynWe barely knew each other, but we had many mutual friends, and gradually, you came to respect me. I came to fall for your artistic, cynical tendencies. Shy and quiet, I became addicted to your attention. We didn't tell anyone, we broke rules and pretended not to give a s**t. I fell in love with our secret. We fed off each other's ability to keep things to ourselves and not discuss feelings or implications. It didn't matter that everyone (including you) thought I should be (or was) with your best friend, or that you broke the heart of someone I used to eat lunch with every day. We were both fleeing from ourselves, and found that self-hatred in each other. To prevent ourselves from admitting this understanding, we drifted emotionally further apart, in a fight for power over the situation. Gradually, we came to spite each other, for neither of us wanted each other, yet we didn't respect ourselves enough to refuse. At our last encounter, we both fucked up. I showed feelings, and you were unable to stay faithful to someone that actually meant something to you. One step too far, this is usually how these things end. One person gives up too much of themselves, somehow we timed this so that we both gave up too much to each other, neither of us deserved it, nor wanted it, and we were left alone without anything. But this is only my half of the story, yours might be, must be, quite a different analysis. You probably just don’t care, in which case you win the competition, for here I am, acknowledging the summer I gave you more than you deserved. © 2011 Campbell DeynReviews
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