by Justin August

Tonight was a good night. We danced and drank and talked in a way that was foreign to our long-beleaguered selves. Nothing’s been the same since the talk, but what could one expect? The reality of the situation was simple: things are changing. One can’t ever really control what the people around them do but sometimes you try and that… that was the problem.

Control is a fickle mistress.

She’s the kind that demands attention yet when you give it, she turns her back, walking away because it’s been “too much.”

Sometimes it seems relationships are just easier when they disappear; other times it’s hard to breath when you can’t feel the person next to you.

Either way, it’s just bad cliches from 90′s pop music.

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