Fantastical flirtation with young virgins - a metaphor for forgotten youthfulness, never faded. Empty wallet brought happiness - nevermore. Freedom found in dime stores. Rejoice! For your destiny has arrived. Surrender to her unmerciful power of persuasion. My love is unrehearsed suicide - surreal, sublime, unimagined. Will this journey begin or has it, like my love, ceased - suddenly - like once plentiful now fewer first loves? Oh! Unanticipated kisses - sweet in reproach, undesirable in retrospect. What did I do in past lies to deserve a love as unrequited as this? I fear I was a traveler whose destination was never known. I have objectified you for too long. Sometimes, for months on end, your proper name never once enters my mind; instead secret lovely words come to mind: sweetness, darling, precious, unforgotten; all amongst the many varied by position of the moon. I try to run from this, but alas I come around full circle.

Honestly, if as in my diminished mind, you approached me once again I have no idea what I would say to you. Surely within 15-seconds you would see through my polished exterior and realize that I had been obsessing on you since about six months after we first parted.

You ask, with reason, what were you doing for the first six months? My reply is much more mundane than perhaps anticipated - I was busy being miserable. My misery was, unfortunately, not on your account. Rather at the moment my misery was owed to anther much more sinister being whom I would prefer not to reproach at this juncture. See, life is never quite an exercise in linear approach. Rather time, space and lastly being become jumbled and rearranged around sometimes more melancholy events - mostly unrecalled after limited exposure to time.