It Was the Little Things

It was the little things.

Things you'd brush off. Ignore.

She would cancel. She was always busy. She never paid attention.

She stopped caring.

Was I being too emotional? Was I being completely unreasonable?

I didn't know.

What I did know was that it didn't feel the same anymore.

I wanted to be honest.

So, I confronted her. Told her how I felt. Her response?

"Sorry but...*excuse*"

"I tried but...*excuse*"

"Sorry but...it's not my fault"

Excuse. Excuse. Excuse.

Her sorrys were buried alive in excuses until the sorry itself died.

So, I let it go.

She tried to do better. Spent time with me. Paid attention. Told me she cared.

I was hopeful.

Things slowly began to seem normal. And then,

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

It was not all at once. But slowly my ship sailed alone and,

I lost a friend.

But it was not one big thing.

It was the little things.