A.Wilding Wells

The downside, my beauty, is that you__e in a fogged glass bubble that__ as far out of my reach as I can imagine. I wish you would use your gaudy engagement ring to cut a hole through the glass to be able see me.

Or what is it you used to say when we__ to go out in my pickup truck down by the pond, just the two of us? I__ the bit to your bridle. I__ the Jack in your Daniels_.__ould it be weird if I were shedding tears right now?__ou__e the fruit in my pie_you__e the sprinkles on my cake,_ I finish his sentence.

I go from flying to drowning as I slide down the soul-deadening slippery slope I realize I__ on. I can__ breathe, can__ talk, suddenly realizing I__ an imposter. I__e crossed the line. Wronged my girl. And in that few seconds of thought I feel fate strong-arm me, forcing me to turn and walk away like a helpless idiot needing to be put out of his misery.