Exit Strategy

A love poem of the past.

And just in case I have not clearly and definitively stated this, let me do it now: I love you, I am in love with you. Truly and permanently. I want to be with you, I want us to be partners. I want to love you and protect you and take care of you and have you do the same for me. I want a life with you, kids with you, a house with you, animals with you, whatever version of all of that we want, I want that. I want you. As you come, good and bad, and all future versions of you.

What if the future versions of you are also lies?

Does that count?

A stranger….

A Thief of the night.

No empathy in sight.