Spontaneous combustion

I see him, and I want to hide.  He sees me and wants to explode.  This is why we failed each other.

He called too much.  I resisted for the sake of resisting.  I should have outgrown reservations based on malformed principles, relics of naive teenage past, but I teach high school.

It is too bad.  We would have worked if he did not want kids. Or a wife.  Or a partner in crime.  I could not stand that.  Go to OKCupid with that shit.