Tm 211
Old Acquaintance
It’s bound to happen from time to time and now that Rita and I are getting married, the time has been defined. You see, Darling Dexter had to come up with a guest list. Rita, for some reason I still do not grasp, was not happy with the concept of Deb being my only guest. I protested and offered reassurances that I would not be upset should Deb be the only one sitting on my side of the church. Rita, dear woman that she is, would have none of it. My list is now prolific, filled with acquaintances I have not seen in years.
In any case, Rita seems quite happy and I suppose that was the point of this guest list after all.
[Locked from Everyone]
He’s come back. He’s come back and I could not be more relieved. I feel rather foolish now having behaved like the Dubious Dexter. I feel even more foolish that I actually spent time contemplating what my life would be without him.
I had never lost my dark passenger though, not in any memory of any part of my life. He was always there, whispering, smirking, offering opinions and urging me onward. Once he was gone I found that I was not only empty…I was hollow in such a way that I didn’t even echo. You have no idea how horrible it was, to consider that I might have to pretend to be human and be absolutely nothing else.
He’s back. Dexter’s fond, old acquaintance and I’m very grateful for that indeed.
It’s bound to happen from time to time and now that Rita and I are getting married, the time has been defined. You see, Darling Dexter had to come up with a guest list. Rita, for some reason I still do not grasp, was not happy with the concept of Deb being my only guest. I protested and offered reassurances that I would not be upset should Deb be the only one sitting on my side of the church. Rita, dear woman that she is, would have none of it. My list is now prolific, filled with acquaintances I have not seen in years.
In any case, Rita seems quite happy and I suppose that was the point of this guest list after all.
[Locked from Everyone]
He’s come back. He’s come back and I could not be more relieved. I feel rather foolish now having behaved like the Dubious Dexter. I feel even more foolish that I actually spent time contemplating what my life would be without him.
I had never lost my dark passenger though, not in any memory of any part of my life. He was always there, whispering, smirking, offering opinions and urging me onward. Once he was gone I found that I was not only empty…I was hollow in such a way that I didn’t even echo. You have no idea how horrible it was, to consider that I might have to pretend to be human and be absolutely nothing else.
He’s back. Dexter’s fond, old acquaintance and I’m very grateful for that indeed.