Out of step with the rest of the world, half a pace behind, just enough that you never stick the landing or nail the punch line. Mr. Destiny found his cross and died upon it. It was never mine, so it had to be returned once she left. You have both my heart and jacket; you can keep the other, but I would like the jacket back. The other stopped working and needs to be thrown out. I’m trying to give you something you don’t want, all the while asking for something you don’t want to give. I like you too much to want to be around you if you don’t want me to be. Maybe I fucked everything up. I usually do, but I wish I hadn’t. I’ll drop another message in a bottle, lean into the fantasy for another day, and spend another evening telling Wilson all my problems. In life, you’re either moving forward or sliding backward. You are the prettiest mirage I have ever chased. It may have been the wrong choice, but it felt good giving flowers to someone not on their deathbed, even if you will never know…
