Can You Hear Me Now?

maybe he was used to them chalking up whatever decisions she made to a peculiar kind of logic, all his own. it excused so much;; it excused everything. he was an artist, he was moody, he was selfish. he needed his sleep he needed his space, he needed his time. if he'd kept himself apart from the rest of the world, these things would have just been quirky annoyances. but that was the thing. he did involve other people. he reached out, drew them close. you couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. it wasn't like a light switch, easy to shut on or off. if you were in, you were in. if you were out, your were out. it didn't seem complicated at all.

in fact it was the simplest thing in the world.