Angst

Maybe one day you'll understand. I'm torn between wishing you do/don't.  My mind desires it, although my heart doesn't.  However, should the time arise that you do - let's see how long *you* last eh? I'll be sure to tell you how "easy" it is to change then.  Perhaps I'll give you that hollow look of sympathy, that confused/mocking laugh, or a half-hearted "reassuring" pat on the shoulder. Hell, maybe I'll even forget you exist. Or maybe I won't be an insensitive cunt, who knows?