jaylar
I remember our last night together. I remember the coldness and distance that existed during the subsequent days.
I remember shrugging it off at the time, thinking Mickey was being childish, being resentful that I had won the award.
I had packed and said my good byes with no sense of loss or regret and traveled to another City to take up the Fellowship.
I was so excited, so busy. It was months before I thought of Mickey. That was before I was about to hook up with another man whose name escapes me now.
It was that feeling which diverted me,and I walked away. That man was not half of Mickey, and why should I waste my time?
I didn’t regret leaving Mickey, I didn’t want to go back. I wanted the opportunity and would do everything to get it, hold it, and use it.
So people were secondary, tertiary, my career was first.
