March 19, 2015
Dream: S was defending himself vehemently, eyebrows raised, mind processing the undesirable details of our past relationship and transferring them into venomous words and phrases. But it was all a show, he flipped the switch awhile ago. He was just feigning the drama for my benefit and his own. He never used to pass up the chance to be breezy and forthcoming. A slight femininity in his step, throughout the wood floors of his condo where he walked on the balls of his feet, as if he was sneaking around. I stormed out, infuriated because he just let me go.