devil

he is owned. someone else's'. i know what i have gotten myself into. a mission - to figure out the psychie of man who is attached and still somewhat looking for greener pastures but not wanting to give up home. it felt good and was all fun while it lasted. the infatuation, the thrill of finding out new and interesting things about the other person, to make believe another type of life other than what is existing, to feel more important and cared for, to be listened to for once, the affirmation that you are a worthy human being. the cliche - 'all good things must come to an end' was the reality and inevitability of this set up... and we both knew that. no life altering losses, just a loss of a potentially meaningful and good friendship.