December 12, 2014
In his 65 year old mind, He looks at me as the kinder(?) life he could have had if only...I am the idealized lover, the one that got away, the road not taken and the grass that's greener. He is basking in nostalgia, caught in its quagmire. He thinks I'm "home." I'm the simpler life, without drama, as only the unlived story can be; the fairy tale in which they lived happily...He has lived the wrong story too many times in his mind, and now it comes spilling out at me. I laughed out loud at his folly.