Parting on a Roll
It's hard to say "Goodbye"...
We had had it out.
All of it.
And here we were, my muse and I, quietly sharing space together, in the gentle acceptance of what we both knew was meant to be.
“I know I’ve been hard on you,” he said.
I shrugged.
“Ditto. In my own way,” I offered. Then: “Reciprocity is double-edged.”
“I fed you that line,” he wisecracked.
“I know,” I replied, smiling.
It was soft. Subdued. The suggestion of our breakup lingered; the ache of it still hung in the air like a phantom.
Our separation. A permanent one.
A final goodbye.
But we knew, despite the friction in the face of my fiction, we were never going to be able to do it. That neither of us were ever going to want to be without the other. That I was never gonna give him up. We were never gonna say “goodbye”. He was never gonna turn around and desert me.
Yes … you have been officially Rickrolled!
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