Our last chapter has not been written …
….. Not yet … not today … maybe not ever.
….. There will always be a part of my heart. said He.
….. Some things … don’t change, said She.
We can ignore them.
We can deny them.
We can distract ourselves from them.
We can make other choices and pretend.
We can tell lies to placate … or inflame … or resign.
But some things …
Some things are harder than others.
Some things don’t forget.
Some things don’t change.
Some things just fit together … in every way.
And that is the sheer Hell of it.