You considered yourself, educated. You spoke with him for a month. A month wasted on fairy tale conversations. Every day was a day where you learned more and more about him. His aspirations boggled you, but they were intriguing. He knew exactly what to say. But he never knew what to do. His hunger, it was for something else, someone else. He couldn't have her but he could have it. He would go and with every puff he would slowly forget about his reality, including you. But you couldn't forget him, ever. One day he doesn't respond for 3 hours, then for 6, then for 2 days, then forever. Where is he? What is he doing? You will never know. He left.
