My mistake had been tall, blonde, and handsome as hell. That drive across the city at 2 in the morning numbs all else now. I had laid down the skeleton of a game meant for two, only to find myself with a bag of bones in the aftermath of our innocent days.

It had almost been perfect, my escape. Yet under skies that feel stranger than fiction, I faltered. I let go in the waves that crashed against my shores, in an effort to be more human than I have been. The salt coated my skin, and I almost drowned in saving you from the shipwreck of our conversations.

It it as though I never learn.

 

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