it’s my own fault really. i accept the blame for that. it’s not as if you just happened into my home one day. i invited you in….and i didn’t even just invite you….no, i have to acknowledge that i sought you out. i had been looking for you for quite some time….even before i knew who you were. and once i found you, or thought i found you, i made it perfectly clear that i wanted you to visit me here and that you could stay for as long as you wanted.
once you were here, i did everything within my power to make you comfortable. to enable your ease of sliding completely into my world, i showed you all of those things which i hold closest to me. my treasures. my most cherished belongings. i see now that i shouldn’t have done that. how absolutely silly of me to believe that just because i held these things in such a light, that you would too. and so their loss and destruction is on my head. i should never have been so careless as to give them over without foreseeing what would inevitably happen. but i draw the line at these admissions of guilt. i cannot accept any more.
now here you stand with your suitcases and tell me that you want to come back for a visit. oblivious to the destruction that you left behind, unaware that a shrug attached to an “i’m sorry” couldn’t ever cover the costs. and you tell me that you simply cannot understand my hesitation at the thought of you as a house guest. i watch you while you sit there staring at the fortified cases which hold the shattered remains of my treasures and i can easily see that you cannot comprehend the security.
You’re such the roxor writer!
And you’re tuff as nails.
Keep yo chin up rockstar.
thanks….i’m guessing that means that you liked it. : )