Short story exercise based on a relationship that has become tired and cynical.
I see him everyday, too much maybe, yet I can’t bare to be apart from him… or so I thought. As the months, days and years pass I look at him and feel nothing. My mind is numb to his appearance. He speaks to me and I half listen; half caring about his life or existence. Are all relationships like this? Do they all reach a point when you look at one another and rather push them in front of a lorry than see the same person slowly draining the life out of you. Maybe that’s all I know and maybe the only way to combat my cynical mind is to start again. I need to become a new person and change the way I look at the world or lock myself in a room until someone worth caring about knocks on the door.