flash fiction friday, born on a sunday...

in spite of being in purgatory, jj manages to set up this fff thang, for which he deserves a hearty big up:

I never said you were... the only one.
when i said those words, they didn’t end with “…and only you.” so why should you think you’d be the only recipient, the only beneficiary? what makes you think you’re so much better and more deserving than anybody else? do you even know these people? no! so who are you to judge their worthiness?
i can’t believe you’d actually have the gall to say something like that after, what, maybe 3 months…but maybe it’s my fault. maybe i allowed you to get too comfortable too fast, didn’t make you fight hard enough for it to start with, so now it’s too easy for you to take this shit for granted.
i can accept that. that it might be partially my own doing. but even so, what would make you assume anything about me? don’t we have an understanding about who i am?
i mean, now i almost feel bad. like maybe i led you astray about what this was while i was busy thinking i was introducing you to something you might enjoy. and yes, i did say, what this was. your reaction to your assumption’s unraveling clearly shows that i made an error in judgement when i thought you could handle the way i conduct my relationships.
i’m sorry. my bad.
and i really am sorry too, because i was having such a good time…
but, such is life, i suppose. live and learn, and all that shit.
well. i guess i’m out then.
see you.

i. meant. her.
hers. don’t. know.

walk good.