The game continues...

“A new life?” “Without you, silly?”

“Let’s get back...On my terms!”

No more blow hot, blow cold.

Face it, it wasn’t that obvious!

Or perhaps, I love wearing denial.

I remember. Eons ago is vague.

Another deadlock: You call. I cut.

Joined at the hip or separated?

Very chubby, where’s my talon hickie?