Reality.

[nicenewra]

As comfortable as living under an illusion can be, there are some things that cannot last.  There are some words and emotions that must be shared.  I was not expecting to give in and break our promise.  At the beginning of the summer, we drank to no expectations and no commitments.

Autumn is coming to the rest of the world.  I still have no expectations of her.




But to her, I am now committed.

((The log of what led up to this, and what he is not so subtly referring to, is here.  It is super long.))