Blair and I had a break-up.
Following a great length of gabbling emotions, weaving webs of semantic traps and playing the roles of martyred saints the play ended with an abrupt, pointed "either this ship is sinking or it's not." and an equivocally succinct(sic) "it is."
The day following, I pick up the phone and i'm greeted by a familiar voice saying "maybe we gave up too soon."
Resulting from the call was a night of good food, music, and a peculiar company of two, awkwardly afraid of even an accidental brush of contact. There was dancing, yes, but it was lacking... like two marionettes with inexperient puppeters tangling strings and trying to get them unstuck.
The two puppets did finally seperate, yes... without word or gesture departed. and they haven't spoken since.
The day following, I pick up the phone and i'm greeted by a familiar voice saying "maybe we gave up too soon."
Resulting from the call was a night of good food, music, and a peculiar company of two, awkwardly afraid of even an accidental brush of contact. There was dancing, yes, but it was lacking... like two marionettes with inexperient puppeters tangling strings and trying to get them unstuck.
The two puppets did finally seperate, yes... without word or gesture departed. and they haven't spoken since.