So I found myself thinking about you yet again wondering if I would
continue to visit and go through the the many things we went through;
both good and bad. Something about familiarity and routine that brings
comfort and contentment like eating food you know is bad for you, but
who can say no to good fried chicken.
I thought about the night our
world ended. How you took me to a place I had never been. We came close
to losing everything. The risk. The gamble. The necessity to please
everyone by giving light and life while sacrificing our own; something
we did to often. What a night and what a life. I'm thankful.
But as all
good stories and times must end so must our dependency upon one
another. This tug of war leading to no where.
"This is the song that doesn't end,
it just goes on and on my friend."
I must cut the tie that binds us and
free myself of you only holding on to the lessons learned. A sweet dream
and beautiful nightmare. Twisted fantasies someday to be revealed in a
novel yet to be written. Farewell my past. It's been real. I'm ready for
something new and glorious and shiny.
Yours truly....
B. 010416
