In the tradition of The Stranger's I, Anonymous, I am writing tonight's blog in honor of the currently elusive Weapon of Carnal Destruction. I may regret writing this later as there may be a perfectly good explanation of WCD's absence, but at this point, after the day I had today, I think I need to get this off my chest before it potentially ruins the good thing I currently have going. (And if the good thing is reading this, I am more than happy to provide the uncryptic version.)
You came into my life in a perfectly innocuous way. I liked your company anad pursued a friendship. We learned we had a lot in common and after awhile I thought you liked being around me as much as I liked being around you.
Until one day I made the mistake of integration. You seemed to play well with the other children in the sandbox. The other kids had nothing but nice things to sayt about you. But they warned me that you seemed to be holding something back. I should have listened.
Who could have known things would take the turn they did the night before I last saw you. A playful gesture that I thought meant more -- and obviously did -- more than either of us could known. Like opening Pandora's box, we were not ready for the consequences.
For over 6 weeks I have been in search of you and today I thought possibly I caught a glimpse. But whoever I saw ran like the Devil himself was chasing him. And maybe I am.
I am in a good place now and do not want to risk carrying tis baggage into what is looking like a thing for me. I just want you to know that I am not mad, I am not upset, I am just numb toward you now. And that is more painful to me than anything I could ever have imagined...
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