The myths build up in my head, then break up and float away. Certain things bear the burden of truth, though, like the way you made me smile. Like the fact that the words they speak never applied to us, that their vulgar jokes and sarcastic barbs bounced right off our invisible bonds. I was proud of that. Sometimes I worry I'll never find someone as good as you again. You called me a goddess, and I thought of you as my Wonderful. How did we fall into this hole? How did we sink so low?
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