Goodbye my Love

Well It's over. The affair that started the whole damn thing. It started flirtatiously, got steamy, bumpy and at times, even a little greasy. There was stubborness, obstinence, loyalty, downright disrespect, embarrassment, joy, tears and above all, sweet sweet convenience. We partied, we chilled, we overheated, we broke the limits society tried to impose on us. My heart lays shattered on the ground as I reflect on what was but is now gone, and what could have been. I so often dreamt of getting away together - long drives in the autumn sunshine, holidays on the coast - just the two of us. But alas it was not to be. She needed more than I could give her. She needed me to take care of her, be there for her, put the effort into our relationship, and in the end we grew apart. I can only blame myself, my career was more important to me than her, and I let our love wither and die. Now I am but a shell of a man, and every bus and train I ride is a deafening reminder of my love...lost


(well, sold, technically).


Goodbye my sweet.

Ahhhh, happier times.