Wednesday, March 30, 2022, 10:13 am

Outsider

Each day, it becomes more apparent I cannot stay.

What’s next? I don’t know. And what about the girl? What about her?

It’s always about the journey. I cannot help that I want her. I cannot help what she’s going through.

Would I love to spend the rest of my time here in her arms? Absolutely. Yet…

The distance is already growing.

Ohh… I do like it here though. It is beautiful, and snowy, and cold. And the women are wonderful. Amazing. And there are more than I could have imagined!

I met another last night. Another beauty. She, also, will be a great lover to me. Before I go.

Before I go.

I didn’t even get her name. Yet, I will.

You, though.

You are an enigma. You care. You initiate. You miss me, even though you say you don’t.

And I. I am not easy. I know this. We are both broken. So broken. I have learned a lot from you. And will continue to… while I remain.

The next move, however, is out there. Waiting for me to discover it.

I don’t belong here. I am an outsider. Every day, I am reminded of it.

And I want to see you. I am sad that the excitement is gone that you don’t appear to want to see me. “The woods are calling,” you say. And I understand.

It is too early to say, “Goodbye,” however. Yes, I am leaving, but I also must plan the next step.

I know I shouldn’t think about you when you are not here. Yet I do. Are you avoiding me? Or am I avoiding you?

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