I am sleeping with a comfortable stranger, recognizable features, soothing snore; but you’re not same man I met over two decades ago. Like two ghosts sharing the same spaces, we rarely collide anymore; we just gave up trying and ended up simply co-existing. I long to lie in your arms once more, feeling your warmth, but we are older and we don’t fit together like we once did. We have been drifting in this moment for far too long and I miss you. Do you miss me?
HASTYWORDS 
So sad. I feel your pain, having been sleeping with a stranger myself for the last 10 years. Hugs and hope that you find that comfort soon.
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F.off
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im sorry i dont know who wrote that i definently dont remember writing a comment like that! :O
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I think they were trying to say that this was reminiscent of the Russian poet Effov. I’m impressed, he’s a pretty obscure poet and I’m not sure his work has been translated into English. Kudos lotsoflovemayxxx for the esoteric reference.
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That is an incredible response 😀 I am sharing it, with due credit to you, of course 😀
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I can only follow that by referencing the eminent but lesser-known Hungarian groveller (who I’ll now emulate, briefly) – Hatzoff
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*giggling* GOOD. The whole point is to have fun with these things, right?
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Love it! Thank you, Helena, for a good laugh.
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You win. After this, I can’t even comment. No point!
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Well, the game is called “Helena Wins” darling — I don’t like losing.
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But what about my eternal only-child need to be the best at everything, always?
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We should never play the same games, darling. Or there will be blood.
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Beautiful writing, but yes, a little sad.
I enjoyed it very much.
Now I gotta look up Effov.
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much understanding and hugs. xxxx
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Ohhh… Spent 7 years there. Not sure I could write as eloquently about it in 5 sentences though 🙂 now going to look up Effov with the rest of the group.
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I do hope this is fiction Hasty….💚
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Certainly hope this is fiction. If not, hugs to you and hope it gets better.
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Effov indeed. I love your fiction, Hasty. Great followers to. 😉
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Addiction to extremes does not fit well with plain co-existance so we must learn to exhale softly as to not wake up the monster sleeping within. I did 😦
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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this could be the theme of the life I share with my darling husband over the last several years. most days are ok. some are great and then there are those that evoke this ennui.
thank you for sharing your talents as always.
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Sounds like they’re stuck in a rut and taking each other for granted. I hope they realise before it’s too late and find each other again. x
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Glad it’s fiction. In spite of the seasons thing.
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I love how much you share with us. There is so much bold truth in your words. Beautiful writing – people have to remember that we are all only human, emotions are forever undulating, it is okay to be happy and then sad and then happy again.
xoxo
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I have mixed feelings on this one…
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when I need therapy, I will ask the crack squirrels… HA!
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Reblogged this on theworldfrommybedroom.
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Yup, I suspect many more relationships like this out there…you can only hope romance blossoms anew once more…
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A very sad tale of living a life of mediocrity, well put!
D.B. McNicol
Romance & Mystery…writing my life
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This happens. I am relieved to know this is fiction. I know so many couples this happens to . Like you and yours, my husband and I can get caught up in the day to day and forget to connect. We always manage to get back to the place we were.
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Well does he miss you?
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Very well done, Hasty. You’ve made us all FEEL IT, whether we have had the same experience or not — and that’s a whole lot to accomplish in 5 sentences.
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