Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Chess

I miss what he was to me, and what I thought I was to him.

In May, I was absolutely adored. He loved 'waking up next to me everyday and knowing that it will forever be that way'. He wrote me so. (But is nothing so good it lasts eternally?)

In July, I buried my Atlas and Ever. They had died with my heart.

And still, he has no remorse for how he treated me at the very end.

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