“You’re Too Complicated For Me,” He Said

And there we go again, beginning at zero.

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Hello, it’s me.

Oh, wait, we’re not in an Adele song, are we?

Let’s scratch that.

(Honestly, though, can’t everyone imagine herself/himself in the narrative of at least one Adele song? But I digress.)

It all starts with words on a page — careful words, phrases spun for poetry (perhaps, perhaps), metaphors that linger and make you think. All of them are tied together, so certain and sure, but they don’t fall from my lips (ever, ever).

It’s too easy to say what I feel when bound up in white space and black letters. Every sentence is carefully constructed for clear intent and purpose.

I thought all the blank spaces spelled out a love song clearer than any other anthem.

What did he think? He said I was a bit “too complicated” for him.

I could have laughed if it wasn’t such a sad realization to have someone you cared for lay at your feet.

He wasn’t hurtful. There was no malice or ill intent. He just looked me straight in the eyes and told me what his truth was.

And, to him, I just wasn’t worth the time, stress, and effort.