She, along with my passion for anything, managed to get up and walk out at the same time as if conspiring to do so all along. Together, I envisioned them driving off to that distant place that had pervaded my dreams and captivated my thoughts. I imagine them on some beach, together, drinking Coronas and casting off their entire time with me as a mere dream, a mere dream that occupied their time from 12:00 to 12:30 and was immediately cast off at the thought of a brief and brisk lunch.
Passion, come back? Asxxxx, come back? No, not in this story. Together, together with the ice-cold Coronas, beach view, chirping seagulls, and conspiring hand of Fate they laugh off the day. Her, with her beautiful skin soaking up the sun, and him with his overbearing zealous ego lapping up every moment in her presence; doing so while licking his lips, much life a wolf does before a feast - a wolf with slicked back hair drinking a Pina Colada at Trader Vic's.
All this fills my thoughts, as within my overbearing despair a key phrase adapted from a cheesy movie promotion rings through my mind,
"What do you do when your friends leave you?" says the veteran experienced actor attempting to play the role of a cop caught up on the wrong side of the law.
"You make new friends,” says the young actor playing the rookie cop.
You make new friends, and adopt new passions.
Friend?