That little quipe of speak, that inflection of an idea that you sent into your friend who is now
off unto the world.
Living in your own world, mind, universe. I understand how some may succumb, but to
lay and play in this state is sad beyond words.
I thrive upon the smile and delight in the person who is speaking to me.
It's no sacrifice, just observation.
Whom you may have thought would be with you to the grave was only mente for a season. Now lost in another world of their own making, one that had no purpose or place for me. The adoring smiles had faded. She could see beyond me, no more kind eyes, I had faded from her view. Occasionally in the moment was not enough for me. The pull of more desired relations was too strong and not worth fighting for. I wish you well. I wish good mannors for you. And I wish that your new friends treat you much better than you've treated me. Goodbye.
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