Artificial Love-Thoughts Through Several Iterations
on the futility of cyclical relationships, and the monsters they create in us all. nobody is omitted from this dialogue.
Don’t ask her to smile when she’s trying her best. Let her be. Let her cry. He shouldn’t need to justify this to you. Just take a breath. Stop asking him why. She blew up again. He came, like he always did. Those look like fresh carvings. He wondered if she had forgotten about him yet. They hoped his hurt healed her wound.
You can’t put a ribbon on a stuffed pig. It doesn’t un-stuff the pig. It doesn’t change anything.