I never thought that dream would come. My nights are often infiltrated by the fears of the world and bruised by the damned, but this was a long time coming. I remember the feeling of complete detest that boiled inside me when he spoke, the dream like haze wobbling around his shape. The way his scruffy beard seemed ridiculous where it had once seemed manly and sexy. Still the beer in hand, nothing had changed, he was never going to change! Finally my subconscious was catching up with what I already knew to be true, we were officially over and even the last few notes of love that remained in our book were growing cobwebs, corners turning in.

Our story still rests upon the shelf but I no longer wish to read it.

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