And when I dream of you

I wonder if it’s because you dream of me too

And in this moment

We can’t help but be together

And sure, In the real world we ain’t this tight

We can’t even have a full conversation without a fight

But in this Dream Land

We walk Hand in Hand

And finally

I’m in a world

Which I understand

She lay there curled up in her duvet.  A smile on her face.  I didn’t want her to wake up, I wanted her to stay this content forever.  I wanted her to keep that smile.  Because this was the last moment she’d ever love me.

BANG

Her door swung open, waking her with a crash.  It was a whirlwind of confusion. Something had happened to Ethan. It was a drunk driver. Wrong Place. Wrong Time. Too young. Died a loved man.

She didn’t turn to me in that moment.  How could she, she was convinced I had let this happen.  How could I have let this happen.  She couldn’t understand how this was suppose to play into some master plan.  It wasn’t a master plan.

She cursed my name in that moment. Me?  I wasn’t the one behind that wheel.  I didn’t make the decision to work late that night. I’m incapable of having blood on my hands.  I was just the benevolent bystander. I was incapable of intervening.  All I could do was watch. The Omniscient being that I am.  I hate that all I can do is watch.

I wish I could have held her.  Told her that everything would turn out alright. Told her to trust me.  But she wouldn’t listen to me anymore.  But I’d tell her I’m sorry.

The worst thing about existence.  I can’t control it.

She stopped loving me that day.  But I’ll never stop loving her.

Last night I killed someone

                                          But don’t worry

It was me

                                       And I’ll probably bounce back

Because hey

                                          Shit happens, right.

i sat there for three minutes

contemplating how onerous of an act this was

but i wasn’t doing this for myself

this was my last act for you

cause i’ll eventually find new girls

to text

at three in the morning

after 11 too many moosehead

no

i wasn’t doing this for myself

this was my last act for you

this way you don’t have to be burdened by

the insightful person i become

at three in the morning

after 11 too many moosehead

Dear Internet Girl,

I’m sure it charms you to know that I am, in fact, a millionaire — and I bet you didn’t think you’d stumble across one trolling the pages of craigslist as you were.  I admire you for going after what you want in life, which I assume is to be the mistress to a wealthy millionaire, because do you know how I came to be a millionaire — exactly, I went after what I wanted in life.  Which if you didn’t get, cause some people don’t have my Mensa level IQ, was to be a millionaire and have a number of mistresses.

Obviously, because I am a millionaire, I don’t spend all my time in Vancouver — most of my time is spent traveling from some exotic city to another exotic city.  But I do spend most of my, million dollar, down time in a nice mansion in Vancouver.  Why Vancouver you may ask, great question.  I’ll add onto your question by saying, how many millionaires actually live in Vancouver?  That is a great addition to your already great question.  The answer, not a lot.  And that is exactly why I want to live in Vancouver — because I am one of those extreme millionaires, like Richard Branson — only like ten times as extreme.  And what’s more extreme than living in Vancouver, that’s right — Very little.

Now that you know a little about me.  I won’t tell you my exact net worth, but let’s just say it’s in the millions.  I would love to take you out for an overly expensive, completely self-indulgent dinner.  And who knows, if we really hit it off, maybe we will end up back on my private jet — flying to one of my many private islands.

Of course, because I am so wealthy, and therefore quite recognizable, discretion would be the utmost importance.  Therefore you could not tell your girlfriends, or mom, that you were the exclusive mistress to a millionaire.  In return for your discretion, I would lavish you with tons and tons of presents — mostly expensive ones, but sometime sentimental ones.  Because I am a millionaire, but a millionaire with a heart.

Now I know it will probably be hard for you to make your decision, without knowing exactly how many millions of dollars I have — But I guess trusting me is the first step in building what will obviously be quite a successful relationship.

Yours Truly,

Random Millionaire On The Internet.

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