It was too good - it couldn't last
this is a public response to a private letter
(for the record... and these files)
Well girl... you found
me...
Now what?
Pick up where we left
off...
Watching you walk away...
to go back to him – whoever he was... I never knew and I never
cared... the only thing that mattered was what was real when you were
with me... if it was real at all... and at this phase of my life... I
don't care any more to know... because these days I don't know what's
real anymore any way...
But you played a good
game... we made some fine love... and when we locked ourselves away
in my little room there was nothing outside our universe and the
world we created... only God could make it any better... but as you
reminded me... you had to leave... and as you remind me... I had
nowhere to go and nowhere to be... what good could I have been to you
outside that room?
But as I have told others
that find their way here – you never got a chance to see me
shine... but yeah... maybe I have just hit my prime... so here I
am... and as you may have guessed... I am very much the same man... I
have no real ambition... but life has gotten easier... and I can
afford to not care and just lounge around... there is plenty and
nothing to worry about except how to keep it... just saying... I'm
the same ass-hole I was before I got it... I am still –
apparently... worthless... outside the bedroom... but I have you to
thank for those skills in a big way...
You taught me how to
fuck... you know what I mean... it's all we did – for three days –
some times four days straight... every man should get so lucky to
find a girl like you – but you found me, that's right... and you
left when the thrill of it all was over for you... or something like
that – doesn't matter –
no...
I do not think bad about
you – the only memories I have of you are - sex... what else was
there... I can barely recall our conversations... what the hell did
we talk about in those moments between the love making...?
I have never spoken of
you – though I have made references to the girl that taught me how
to fuck... never mentioned you by name and never acknowledged you
publicly until now – and I have thought of you often... even after
having sex with other women... because the move I had just used on
her to drive her into an orgasmic mental break down – I had
mastered with you – respect...
I can only smile when I
think of you – I hope you feel the same way about me...
so...
so...
Let's just leave it as it
ended... going our different ways... with nothing left behind but the
fading echoes of the love we made in that little universe on Grand
Avenue...