We need to talk.
I don’t think this is working. It’s, I just, the timing is bad. We’re both in different places…
But I swear, it’s not you, it’s me.
Okay, I, for one, don’t need to hear that conversation again…ever.
So instead of torturing you with a dramatic exit (when you know I’m just going to come back when I start to miss you), let’s try this.
This isn’t goodbye. We’re just going on a little excursion, an adventure of sorts…and you know how I love an adventure.
It’s not as mysterious as it seems (probably less so for you, than me). And, they say there might be magic to find, summoned by a girl...hiding behind a naked guise.
If you need time to think about it, I understand. But when you’re ready, I’ll be waiting here, where Poetry’s Undefined.
Summoning Magic: A Gypsy's Tale 