She popped our friendship like a swollen zit
"Even though you think you did nothing that needed forgiving..I have forgiven you." she says
Oh really, I think
"But that doesn't mean that I ever want anything to do with you, ever again. Or contact in any way."
"I have no ill will or malice torwards you. Believe that"
like it matters
"I'm sorry. That's all I can say. BTW, give the Rumi book to someone who will appreciate it. It meant something to me" I reply.
"I'd be happy to mail it to you"
soaked in rit dye, no doubt.
"Sure, got my address?"
"Its in the mail Monday"
grand. (shuffles to closet and makes some room)
"Au revoir, have a nice life."