And
You told me,
"He's like a girl."
"Emotional."
Then
I was filled with so much rage that I wanted to reach through my computer screen.
I wanted to possess the cords and wires, enwrap you in the fury of a thousand
zettabytes exploding.
This was my best friend?
This was the man I love?
I wanted to tell you,
You are shameful.
You are sexist.
You are evil.
But I told you,
"That's offen--."
And you said,
"You're right.
I was stupid.
I didn't think.
I'm sorry I ever thought it."
I guess that why I'm still here.