Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

I leave my key and my pass to get into the complex on her mantle.
I didn't sleep much and I'm up earlier than normal to grind it out at the gym.
I grab my meager belongings that have accumulated at her place, pack my lunch, make some coffee with a cup I'll drop off outside her door later.

I head into the dark morning non-light and head to what matters.
It occurs to me this is why I keep my options open.
How easily people over-estimate their worth.
I always operate from a place of abundance and for the girl who wishes to test her value and my boundaries, she finds out in a flash that I mean what I say and I say what I mean.
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She drove too hard a bargain.
A man who has known a certain number of women, a man who knows he can find a more amicable girl, a girl as young, as pretty, of a certain temperament......this man has a line in the sand and when it is crossed......he quietly slips into the night or into the morning or into the whatever and shakes his head in disappointment.

He saw this coming.
He saw it on the wall.
He saw it in the sky.
He saw it in the signs.

But he hoped.
He hoped this wouldn't end as he knew it would once he saw the signs.
He sighs not in anger but in acceptance of the truth he already knew but could not change nor prevent or mitigate.
Really though...it is his fault. He put her on an impossibly precarious pedestal. He saw her as perfect. In his romantic hero quest of longing and the ache of the universe...he formed impossible expectations...but his rational mind intercedes on a mission of mercy and reminds him that statistically the billions of the fairer sex to be chased.....if even 1% are compatible...he has many a love left to chase should he so choose...and he does.


Good luck and happy hunting,
     - Yrs. in Christ