Then Once Upon A Dreary

As of right now I am sitting at Atlanta's Gay cafe OutWrite. There is nothing more tense then seeing someone of whom you once dated sitting on the balcony. He said," Hey." Then there was a quick hug. This is very difficult for me sitting here. Seeing him drawing away into a journal. Wondering what he is drawing, and wondering what he is thinking? This is the guy I dated a few weeks ago, and it still is very difficult for me to sit here. I want to talk to him, but the approach is hard................


My life is not a Tragedy, but this situation is an unfolding one..............

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