Saturday, April 4, 2009

difference is, differences.

Things have evolved. I'm not sure why or how, they just have. I am sad.

We sleep on separate sides of the bed. It's almost as if we are in different rooms. We might as well be. We only speak in person, unless it is terribly necessary. Even that is beginning to lose its charm.

He gets nervous. When the boys are away, the girls will stray, but not me.
I would never.
I probably should.
But I couldn't.
I probably should.

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