It’s been a while since I’ve written anything here. It’s been even longer since I’ve said anything substantive about myself. I finally have some news. Remember this post, way back in the day? Read it. Not so long ago, was it? Not really. Lots of words inbetween now and then. Lots of things have been said. All the good times. The bad times.

Ladies and gentlemen, the fairytale is over. After ever after, even. The short of it is that me and Mary broke up on Saturday. February 26, 2005. Cold. Our breath was in the air, white. It’s hard to talk of, now, except dancing around it. Examining the event from a distance. I’ll be a surgeon later.

Let it be said that she and I were gracious about it. Mature. We said the things that had to be. We left, the sea draining in both of us. It was a cruel birth, or death. But it was needful.

I can’t seem to get warm anymore. I’m shivering. They tell me it’s warm in here, but I doubt them - they must be lying. Turning down the thermostat. Opening doors. I haven’t found sleep. Trust me, I want to - but I can’t. I haven’t eaten except some soup yesterday. I wanted to vomit afterwards. Not hungry, still.

I had a dream last night, and you were in it. You were happy. I told you I loved you. Woke up, and it was still true.

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