Sea Lion

It's probably better this way. I'm not saying that we didn't have good times. But, it's hard to look back, and my neck is starting to ache. There were things that I could've told you. There was a time and a place. But now they've past us over, and there is no longer a bond of trust or vindication, save an unhealthy growth that has engrossed our friendship. It may be pride, or insensitivity, or shameful desires. But I cannot want you, and you cannot have me. Selfishness has wrought our gray and grimy decay. Poor little Fortune boy, I only wanted to lose you.