I think it's great how you used to be great...

"A lot of pressure in the middle of those shoulders

And we ain't gettin' nothing but older

Ain't nothing change but the day we run from

But nobody knows that better than you, huh?..."
(I Love Slug-o)

Why do boys run away? Too much pressure in the middle of those shoulders, perhaps? I keep finding the same type of man over and over again...interesting.

A relationship, as I knew it, ended yesterday. There were so many beautiful aspects about it...from the way we met at a bar without exchanging numbers then randomly meeting on the street the very next day...to the night we broke up under a tree in the rain with a tornado siren sounding in the distance.

Magical. But it had to end.

I've always known that if you are scared of losing someone, they are probably worth keeping around.

I tried and I lost him...more than once.

Last night, his arms posed as shelter from the raindrops that fell through the leaves of the tree we stood under. No words were spoken, just long stares into each others souls as we held one another...memorizing each others faces as if it were the last time we'd be this close. We knew it would be.

It was emotional, yet amazing.

As we exchanged one last long squeeze, he whispered "I Love You." The wind picked up, the thunder crashed, the rain poured in sideways flooding the streets and our shelter weakened...just as our relationship did. Our fingertips clasped, we kissed and yelled through the storm "I Love You" one last time before running our separate ways into the dark.

Fin.

What a dramatically confused lover he was...I'm gunna miss him.