Once, a great handful of a girl out west told him – I never did love you. …How mean of her to salve her spit curled conscience by trying to take away their past! In the kitchen he had started to use those very words on Lou – they sprang readily to mind, as wounding words do – but he stopped himself.

It seemed funny that one day I would go to bed in her arms and the next not feel anything, like a switch had gone off. But no, that wasn’t honest either. This had been building for a long time. Our silences were getting longer. Our arguments more frequent. How do you stay with someone when there are no dreams to build? No purpose to accomplish? No meaning? No meaning -that was the monster that drove us away from one another in the end. Always.

The actuality that the heart does not want to feel, doesn’t negate the certitude that it once felt and will still feel.

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