“I don’t understand how, up to now, an atheist could know there is no God, and not kill himself at once. To recognize that there is no God, and not to recognize at the same time that you have become God, is an absurdity, otherwise, you must necessarily kill yourself.” —Demons. FD.
Now that four months have gone by since the end, the two and a half years we spent together feel surreal. A temperate dream framed by a vermilion surmise. An empty home, a girl, a boy, money spent and lost. Car accidents and death. The shifting of miles between us becomes ever imminent as it’s your turn to pack your bags and leave across the valleys, hills and deserts of the West as you head East. I don’t love you anymore but I consider what I have lost. A part of me knows that things might have been different. If money and other women didn’t exist.
I resent that you have spent more on her in three months than you ever did on me in two years.
The truth is that, I no longer recognize your face.