The cold sea

If someone can't make the effort I simply let them go. I don't care if it pisses them off when I stop talking to them. There is a limit to patience and chances. They had their chance. Too many. I don't have time for someone to slow me down like that. I can get more done on my own. There are others that are more reliable. My fired up anger have passed. It's replaced with the silent cold water, and like that water I will be moving on.