The early days were nothing but one long golden summer morning awash in light and joy. We were infatuated, you and I. Nothing could be better.
For longer than I thought possible, the glow of health, youth, awesomeness, and vigor radiated from us whenever we were together.
And yet now, the bloom fades. The essential lameness of the relationship intrudes. The concept? The characters? The plot? What was I thinking? How could I ever have supposed this would work between us?
Yet the chains of obligation are heavy, and they bind. Oh, how they bind. We must stick it out until the bitter end despite the dreadfulness of it all. Only then, perhaps, just perhaps, may something be salvaged from this partnership. Don't think I blame you for this. I'm sure it's all my fault.
With nostalgia for that puppy love now lost, I remain yours, as always, if regretfully,
But Enough About Me!
How do you like my dress?
- The Lame Phase