i'll always be a sucker for a good story

We were back on that track tonight, you and I. Running quietly. Orbiting Jarry Park under a full moon and nothing else kind of sky.  

I knew we probably wouldn't be up late enough to see the moon turn red. The fact that it was there was good enough. That and the email I made you read. And the fact that another long cycle, one that took us on a set of different loops, just like the ones we had imagined in that imaginary world, had maybe finally come to a key junction. Strange too that on the way to meet you, I remember thinking that, in the end, we had both actually taken the plunge. That nameless plunge into the deep. The old moment of truth. Uptown VineRise was just a blueprint, wasn't it? The conflict of our own creation. Neither of us could have imagined just how dark it could get on the way down. We suffered. Not alone, but without each other. Not enough to have forever lost touch. We just made our peace spinning in different directions. 

But nothing happens for no reason - not in the lives we want to live. 

Maybe it's time to get back to writing that happy ending.