describing my relationship to someone by introducing them to people as "an old wound"
at that description they roll their eyes and point out to me that "you're the one who won't cauterise me" and i shoot back automatically that i did try and we're both struck silent for a beat before they respond "... i know" in such a fond yet melancholy voice, and we share a look of such profound unspoken understanding that everyone around us begins to feel like they're intruding on some intimate affair















