delírios expulsos, amantes passados

- Oh, my gosh! - she joined her hands together on her foreahead, the way I know meant exasperation - You -are -such -a talker! Just stop for a second, and listen! And I don’t mean "listen to me", I mean, listen to yourself!

I didn’t answer, but that’s basic. I know I talk too much, but she always managed to control me by making me feel useless and humiliated. Well, I wouldn’t possibly be able to talk less when I was that nervous. Nervous about losing her.

What had happened again? I guess I forgot above all the talking.

- Just pay attention to how silly and stupid you’re being - and more humiliation. Maybe I deserved it, I don’t remember anything I said either.

- Maybe you should pay attention to how hard and bumming you get to be sometimes - oh, yeah, something like that. Just then I realized there were tears in her blue eyes. My blue eyes, full of tears! _ Listen, I’m sorry, I… I indeed am such a talker!

- Yeah - that’s all she could say, and, next thing I know, she was bursting into tears. Worse, she fended my hands off of her face - Just let them be.

 I guessed she was talking about the tears I was supposed to wipe.

- No, I have to wipe them, I can’t see you like this.

- Maybe you can. Maybe they’re yours this time. Don’t touch me. Just don’t - the whole sentence was interrupted by hiccups, except the "Just don’t" (even though it actually sounded like one), what showed me she really meant it. "Just don’t", like, never again.

I nodded. What else could I do? Got up, kissed her on the top of her head and went away.

Oh, well.

KADICHARI M.