“Stay Safe from The Corona Virus...”

They were the final, cool words which I allowed to be imparted to me by my imaginary future.

“Yeah right,” I thought to myself. He’d neglected any real interaction with me for nearly a month and the best he could offer was a cryptic, public service announcement.

It was Valentines Day, a day I care not celebrate, however, the timing of his flat, pseudo sentiment was apropos.

I offered a response to my love, prior to abrubtly ejecting him from my contacts, however, I knew it would take much longer to scrape his residue from my heart and mind: After I allowed him to see me. Yes. I believe he will be the last.

I should never have smiled at him...showed myself as vulnerable, open, willing to be duped. It’s gotten me entangled with the wrong sort before. Now, I understand. My smile is a help and a hurt.

I finally replied to him: “Due to underreported and cascading symptoms of the Corona virus, I’ve been stricken with intermittent blindness (unable to see his deadly games for what they were, from the start). Oh well...I tried for 3 years to ’stay safe,’as he called it (by guarding my heart)... to no avail.”

I’m having heart woes tonight.

Now I must ruminate a bit....The One!

My love goose is irreparably cooked...game over...out of time.

Maybe not...

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