Over. It’s over.
There’s nothing left to say, I guess.
Nothing right to say either.
Hah. Well, at least I still have my excellent sense of humour.
He was in love, He said. He’d found His fire, finally, after years of cold. Of distance and awkward silences.
I’d loved those silences. I’d thought they were a sign of how close we were, that I didn’t have to act in front of Him. Act like I was always happy and contented.
And not depressed.
I guess I’d have more of those silences now. Yay. Continue reading “Over”