here's the hard part, the part that we all know about but dont talk about. its the facing the failure of having it all and losing it, right? thats the dream, right? to fall in love and happily ever after, right? this is what we're drilled with, this ideal.

so when we have it


and when we lose it


who

the FUCK

is to blame?

could it be you, or you, or you there in the back?

no. it could not be. because you were not there. you werent there to see and feel the stones as they came tumbling down around our ankles.

it was us.

and most particularily, there's the whole 'my part of the equation' to deal with. every slight, every taunt... even casual gestures or remarks... how much was that, too much? is this where we cracked? before then? a long time ago? sooner?

you see, i've been in love and lost it.

i must be a moron. a dope extraordinaire to

allow

that.