“How are you?” it starts.
“I miss you,” he says.
“When are you coming over?” he asks.

I say I’m fine. I tell him I’m busy. I say I’m too tired to come over right now.

I waste platitudes on him when I should just say two words: “It’s over.”

Lucinda is a housewife, blogger, and aspiring writer. She is currently experimenting with different writing styles, hoping to enhance her somewhat rusty writing skills.