His idea of romance was madness-I always knew it was-
The maso/sado dichotomy of monogamy had grown stale.
The demands of social conformity came at a hefty price, more so for him than I.
But nevermind that now-my suspicions were confirmed after I found out the skeletons he kept denying were actually there in his closet-after the police raid.
I had to leave the jaded soils I once proudly marched against-my exit was blinking-and the shelf life of those bulbs were about to short-circuit.