A Recanted Tale.

Him. Turned out to be a product of those "oh so cruel" rumours I thought he was victim to.

Him. Turned out to revel in those rumours.

Him. Turned out to be a case that exceeded my abilities.

Truth be told, if I could have saved him I would have. There's nothing more painful than watching someone who you idealize go up in smoke. It wasn't so much that I watched his downfall. It was just that I realized he was already at the bottom when I found him. But as I mentioned previously, he has a knack for carrying his grandeur. This ability must have allowed him to fake his sense of wonder.

That first moment. That look. That will continue to stay true. And in its purest form it shall not die.

But him. He proved to be no more than a nice guy with a bounty of issues I couldn't possibly bear to handle.

And our "new found" connection had a steep downhill trajectory with an unfathomable velocity. From that moment on, our "partnership" was rocky at best.

So this, a recanted tale, serves as a reminder that a moment can continue to bask in perfection and solidarity while the rest of the world goes to absolute shit.

And with that, I leave you for the night. I'll be back soon. (I promise...for real this time.)