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The Story of A Beautiful Disaster. I have never had what they had. I have never had their relationship. I have never had the movie nights with a shit load of junk food or the endless hours of conversation. I have never had any of it.
I knew to expect it. It is often courteous enough to let me know of its impending presence. A slow decline of enthusiasm and readiness to tackle and problem solve your way through the difficult bits becomes the dense, dimly lit box of comfort and safety that you enter with no objection. I dare say they become less the things I love and more unwanted affirmations of this damned mind.