I Thought I'd Finally Get To Relax

If She Just Wanted To Come Home At Night To Eye Candy With Good Hair, I Could Probably Be That Reasonably Well.

You…you Need To Move On,” I Managed. Yes, That Was A Sound Reason. “you Need To Find Someone Else. You Know I Don’t—that I Can’t. Well, You Know. You’re Wasting Your Time With Me.” He Remained Firm. “it’s My Time To Waste.

Oh, Hey. This Looks Promising. " We Came To A Stop Before A High, Barbwire Fence With An Enormous Private Property--no Unauthorized Personnel Allowed Sign On It. The Lettering Was Red, Apparently To Emphasize How Serious They Were. Personally, I Would Have Added A Skull And Crossbones To Really Drive The Message Home.

But When The Other End Of The Line Picked Up, It Was His Voicemail That Answered, Not The Man Himself. "i Know How Devastated You Must Be To Miss Me," His Cheery Voice Said, "but Leave A Message, And I'll Try To Ease Your Agony As Soon As Possible.

It Wasn't The Kind Of Touch That Said, Hey, I've Got A Plan, So Hang In There Because We're Going To Get Out Of This. It Was More Like The Kind Of Touch That Simply Said, You Aren't Alone. It Was Really The Only Thing He Could Offer. And In That Moment, It Was Enough.