She said she missed the old life. I wondered what life she meant. A place. A house. Both. Another world. All of it. I think she meant California by the way she asked if I ever felt that way, a longing for home. She knows the answer to that question. She’s always been one to deflect and project and pick and reflect that she may have been listening all along.
Who asks questions they know the answers to? Why do that in the first place? If you want to fill the space with sounds just talk, say something thoughtful or not thoughtful I don’t care just don’t ask me a question that’s already been answered especially when it’s a sensitive topic like ‘home’.
Be blue. Be depressed. But don’t make it about me. I’m just not here for that. I’m. Fine. Everything is fine.