Thoughts to Emeebee Once More
Together we built the finest and rarest romantic memories:
• The calls
• The wintry mornings we laid under layers of your favorite blankets with your companion cat at our feet.
• The late nights we laughed and tickled each other in my waterbed, wondering what my roommate thought of our blissful noises.
• How about our dinners and dreams?
• How we planned to work out together.
• All that neat stuff.
The force had finally allowed me to meet my special girl, and to my friends I would say, “It’s about time!” You became everything to me [Emeebee].
I wanted your happiness, the only condition being that you find it with me. If you had loved me as I did you, practically all the destructive forces that demolished our mutual attraction would have been reduced to feathers in a whispering springtime breeze. Had you been proud to be seen as my date in the company of your friends, if only you wouldn’t have insisted on looking for other men to date, if only you had wanted to compromise to arrive at a solution we’d both find satisfactory, if…, if… Well, if nothing! It just didn’t work, did it. We never could agree for very long once we began fighting on every date.
