“How is it possible that you always complicate everything? Why you don’t like simple things? Complicated music, complicated movies, complicated food, complicated conversation? Don’t you see that this is ruining everything between us? That our friends can not take it anymore, that I can not take it anymore? How did you become like that?” You ask with a frustrated gesture of your beautiful hands, approaching almost enough to grab me by the lapels.
I am going to explain patiently that this is exactly the kind of question that forces me to a complicated explanation. Let’s see. How to say it simply? I can’t even begin and you are crying. Already on the metro train, gone.
I do not want it to end like this. I’ll call you in a few hours, I have to clarify.
No, better to send you an email. Well written. So I will be able to explain, in full, all my reasons. This will work.
Ideas for a tall story 