separation

i separated it into mine and his. into the way that it has always been in his heart. he doesn't get it. he never will. i don't see the reason to explain anymore. you can say it a thousand times, a million times but he doesn't hear what you are trying to say anymore. he remains fixated on his own perspective. people don't change, they just adapt and move on with their lives.

he opened the door and looked at it with such amusement and curiousity. i opened the door and it broke my heart. i saw it as making a distinction and separation from we to i. mine and his. i have almost next to none because each time he bought, i've always thought that it was enough, that it was ours, that it was mine as well. maybe i am the one that had never understood.

i'll be looking out for when i don't get any tea to drink. i'll be holding on tightly to my bottle of nescafe blend 37, just in case.