The Lady in Blue

C, you did it. You aren't D, anymore. You now have the distinction of being among my seducers. Not that it really was an act of seduction, or the appropriate setting for it, or the intended mood graph (against a time axis).

You shouldn't have come. You shouldn't have stayed. You shouldn't have stepped back out of your car. You shouldn't have come back running. And you - as hell sure - shouldn't have reciprocated.

Let me restate - consciously or subconsciously - I do not see you that way. All we are is just - to quote Pink Floyd (whom you don't seem to appreciate) - 'two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl'; two ramblers going in opposite directions running into each other. I feel trapped in "the web" of words we weaved that night, words from under our blankets - though you are the one originally afraid of spiders and webs.

PS: You look ridiculous draped in blue

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