Bronco (ick) - w4m - 26 (Asheville)
age : 26
Okay, it’s been too long, Adam, and I have to get this out, even if it’s in this pathetic venue. Four years, darling; you still have my head tied in knots.
I think about the love we made, the husks of ladybugs crunching beneath my feet during that summer they invaded as if D-Day landed all over your linoleum.
Remember one of those last days when I took you to have your teeth cleaned? Remember your cancer neuroses? Remember our fights?
I’m past the violence now, love; I’ve grown up and out. I’m skinnier than when you last saw me, and after our break, you gained a bit of pudge. How that made me happy; you were doing as badly as I was. Remember the car wreck?
I’ve never been the same since you.
I just want closure, and I’ve realized I have to create it myself because you thrive off mystery, heartbreak, mania. I heard from Marty that house in the hollow was haunted. Now I truly believe it was. Haunted by our shadows leaning across the porch as we drank cheap wine and discussed dendrology.
Have fun, Mr. Bronco Raft Guide Man. Your ego was a fair match to mine, but you outdid yourself in the manipulation realm. Well done. Jesus, remember our sessions in the walk-in cooler? Exhale.
I’m done, Adam.
I can’t afford to devote anymore of my time to a relationship built with whimsy. Hindsight will find me one of these days, as I hope it does you. Good fucking luck; you deserve it…