I miss the man I had. Not without consequence; I planned private affairs when asked not to And was released to do as my behavior warranted. But I wanted him. Without losing myself; I wanted us.


Sometimes I misplace words like other people misplace their car keys. Hiding them from myself, so I'll think about what I was doing when I put them wherever I find them. I think I'm the only person who does this. I guess that makes me a narcissist.