i bawled my eyes out in the hallway when we died.
it had been a long time coming. you could see it and so could i, but we wanted it to work. desperately. we needed it to.
long story short, it didn't.
short story long, we shouldn't have fought over such stupid shit all the time. we should have just been platonic as possible. we should have just opened up and said what we meant, instead of trying to play it cool.
i am taylor dant, singer, writer, gamer.
i am samuel cartwright, pirate, accountant, human.
i am ennuipoet, a writer so enlightened by a profound boredom.
i am kairinko, staunch dwarf of khaz modan.
i am my own person. now i have to be.
i ended the night in a car, almost bawling again. talking. listening. waiting for a moment.
even if i know the moment will never come.