She made me feel good, and right. the world was whole again, and i felt happy.
when she left the days shortened. winter set in and it got colder. the ache in my should cried for the central heating to be turned up and i retreated from everyone that i called friend.
when i though t that it might be permanent my core turned to ice and i felt numb. she required space, and i didn't know how to be selfish and say no. i was civil and polite and acquiesced without complaint. my vision returned with a clarity that startled me and my inner voice immediately assumed that, 'this is the end of the fairy tale' - which finally brought the sadness that i first should have felt.
i was surprised that a nice guy might ever see summer again.