Perhaps it was a warning. Perhaps it was a show of care from this person, a need to express that they care about my well-being. But what do I know, I know nothing. Maybe they wanted to see how I'd react. Or you told them to ask me about you. I don't know. Like I said, I overthink things.
I am starting to realize perhaps this town is just too small. I thought at first it would be an improvement from where I used to live, but perhaps I was wrong or over-exaggerated the thought when I felt moving here would provide me with a much larger area to explore and get lost in. Again, what do I know. I overthink things quite a lot.
Perhaps it was just a casual conversation starter. Perhaps this person does not realize that I much rather not hear about you. Not because I hate you. Not because I wish you wrong. No. I don't feel hate towards you. I forgave you long ago. Whatever you might have heard about me and my thoughts about you, probably was an exaggeration, a miscommunication, or perhaps even just my anger talking. But thing is, I much rather not hear about you, listen to rumors or small talk about you because frankly, I believe our splitting up was meant to be from the very beginning. It was a lesson to be taught, a lesson to be learned. Not hearing from you only adds to the lesson, adds to the fact that I've moved on. A chapter closed.
Why other people insist on bringing you up is beyond me.
But then again, I always felt like my work environment was a bit like high school.
Some photographs can't seem to just burn away.