The Perfection Of A Peach

Cassandra, she is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mine. Never, not even before, has she captive my soul in such a way. I am simply falling apart without her in my life. It kills me over in agony to think how much longer we are going to play this game. This is not so much of a game for me, but, yet I think that it is one for her, and one that she is enjoying playing far too much.

What else is not a game, is the loneliness. I cannot bear to be in one minute of silence in my own company anymore, let alone be in the silence of what used to be our home. The club has become my home for what might seem to be on a permanent basis as I have not gone home for several nights in a row now. I do not want to be alone between the walls that should be filled by her presence. I have moved, very much to the annoyance of Josh, a bed into my office where I spend my nights in blissful agony alone.

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