Sometimes I would like to trade the loneliness for more of the good times. I don't discount them, Blueturtle.
Maybe one day I will forget all the good and only remember the bad.
It couldn't come too soon.
I still sleep on one side of the bed. I try to force myself into the middle but always find myself back on the edge.
No matter where my thoughts or words take me, you are never welcome here again.
Stick a steak knife in it. They seem to fix most things.
That reminds me -- I need to buy steak knives.