Hated hopes

I stare vacantly at my cat print pajamas while I sit directly under the fan drying my damp hair. My mobile's charging in a corner. Strands of hair circle the corner of the room - my own tumbleweed. I turn to look at my computer screen. No updates on my FB home page or on your twitter. I think about how my cold war with you is not working out. I know you noticed, just as I know you are growing to be stubborn. This time I'm not going down. What you did was wrong and I refuse to initiate any conversation.

A part - prophetic quote descends as a new story on my FB home page -

Apologizing doesn't always mean that you're wrong and the other person is right. It just means that you value your relationship more than your ego


Yeah, Right! What else does that mean? You apologize when you are wrong. Else you don't. And right now, I'm waiting for you to do just that.
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I shall post something on twitter or FB. Obviously you check that more than you notice me sitting right across you. I shouldn't be leaving hints - You have to be an idiot if you don't know why I'm angry by now. But I guess you are. Else you wouldn't have done what you did.
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Hmmpf. False alarm. That was just a marketing call. Now, what shall I post?
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