We were placed at such close
propinquity and now I have to face the fact that we have been designed to be
flung away far from each other, to be ripped fully apart from the threads that held our
complex differences together. While time will fade our old conversations,
pretending is only going to harden the discretion.
All is well, I think, while I let
that thought turn around in my head. Goodbyes sometimes aren’t all that bad.
Anymore of your enigma would have been the death of me.
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