this time a year ago it was basically coming undone. i was holding on tightly, of course. with loyalty as my defense, i recall saying love is like this. its for choosing and for chiseling. grasping at whatever rational language i could find for irrational arguments, i thought i had made a good case for us.
we spent labor day with my family. picking out beer to impress my dad. obliging my mom and her new camera.
at the end of the night when looking for an invitation inside for some time to decompress a day in the country, he said work was waiting. it felt like Something else, but i buried it for the sake of my sanity.
the next day was naturally spent worrying over that Something. [its funny how you can inherently feel This Thing]. when it was spoken to me over a phone [a phone?] my ability to engage in diplomacy ceased and i insisted on meeting. what i encountered was nothing like Summer. the chemistry was much cooler and literally felt like death. and i couldn’t argue with That.
no one fits together like puzzle pieces, i said.
he told me i was wrong.
and this is where it [should have] ended.