A Wish

Sometimes, I wish that the tables were turned. Even for a day.

Not because I want you to savor the pain nor wallow in depression nor occasionally swathe yourself with the vestiges of the relationship (or friendship as you probably define it by now) we once had. I do not want any of that for you.

I wish that the tables were turned because I want you to understand us enough for you to muster the sincerity and self-transcendence our situation calls for.

Though bleak, I still hold hope that my wish would come true. Just as how it all began before.