at the risk of sounding heartbroken,
in answering the question of whether or not i thought your love was all about satisfying company, my answer would be yes.
if ever there was a man who contemplated life until it absolutely absorbed him into a pitiful and peace-less mind it was you.
and i'm not just stating that because you were incapacitate and desperate.
it is unfair to use and to love at the same time, but i knew you thought there was no way that i would ever figure that out.
but i did and now i know that you weren't going to give me your all – or love me as hard as you loved her.
you are a shame, really.
however, there is hope, you are not the first man to set out to perform and leave me to get side-tracked by so many distractions that grab at the mind like children in a candy store – so you could continue to have me around – there is hope, and so i close the book of our story that i was believing in while you were only on page one.
