sometimes, not right now in particular, i dread the ending of this wonderful thing i have going with my darling boyfriend. it's sure to happen at some point, statistically, i do believe. and since it's horribly naive to think otherwise, i am resigned to the fact. i wonder how it'll happen, and why. hopefully it'll be something painless, like sudden mutual amnesia when lost at sea (in different seas.) or let me be in a coma for the whole ordeal. or lobotomized! anything but involved.

-technicolor.org-