Here's a little prose

Writing happens at night..keep that in mind. Here's a little prose:




I've become one of those people who doesn't notice the passing of time. Friday seems so long ago when you asked. I've come and returned and gone again, only to be in the same place once more.
I forgot to decide if I wanted to say something.
Forgive me for putting you on pause while the rest of my life hit fast-forward.
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Oh, right - here we are again.
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I still can't decide. May I pencil you in for a decision on a later date? It's not that you're insignificant. So many other things are crucial. We'll talk soon.
Later.
After time passes and I forget to remember to decide again.