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Then again, there are those days when no matter how relaxed the laughter the previous evening, truth the next day produces a gulf of sad disappointment in the two of you. No matter that the love is real; the awful realisation comes that love is sometimes not the answer. No matter the hugs and the resolution, the fondness and the feeling and the linked fingers and the touched hair.

It did matter once; but not now.

Now it’s just the beginnings of farewell; love’s caresses only seek to delay the moment when you cannot rely on your love, cannot call upon it, cannot make demands of it; and underneath all, returning like a tide, loneliness, your constant companion.

Don’t ask me. Do however read “Being Mugged By Bizarre Non-Sequiturs”