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You were so delightful so recently. Everything before you was monochrome and I hadn’t even realized it. You brought breadth and spirit and danger in such a short time. Already you fade.

I’ve figured it out, I think. The guys pooled their resources didn’t they? They took up a collection for this sad sack before you and they invested it and gambled with it and maybe stole some more to add to … Continue reading →

So help me I am so tired of this. If you tell my new girlfriend one more time how much I don’t deserve her I will break you. I will find your relatives distant and close and break them. I … Continue reading →

I am never going to catch up on that lost sleep no matter how much I convalesce. I do not believe the brain cells I lost from the wine and the weed and the wood alcohol and the all-night card … Continue reading →

Your letters do not serve the purposes you think they do. They call attention to the distance that grows between us each instant you are away. They remind me of what is missing in a way that solitude emptiness and … Continue reading →

With the new definitions we have placed on our relationship I respectfully submit that there are certain behaviors, phrases and actions we should both endeavor to remove from our day-to-day. Please do not let your hands rest upon mine for … Continue reading →

I just don’t have it in me tonight. I wish I was ready to wax rhapsodic about your charms speak softly about your sweet whispers, pronounce praise as I so often try to. I don’t have the energy now, the … Continue reading →

She holds her red balloon and delicately says “be careful with it. This is an object I treasure. This is a thing I love. Do not damage this gentle possession. It is mine and I would be loathe to lose … Continue reading →

Take a day. Lay back down. Eat the pie. Listen to the old albums the favorite albums the kindly ones. Make calls to friends of an earlier age. Watch the childhood shows and refresh yourself remembering days gone by. Enjoy. … Continue reading →

She asked why I was being weird and I said "I’m not being weird. You’re being weird." She begged to differ, looking at me like I was the crazy-eyed lust-struck incontinent stalker which, while technically true, is not the only … Continue reading →