She's still in love with me, i know that much. Maybe i'm still fond of her, too. Most likely. I guess i could pick up the phone and give her a call and she would answer. But no. Will not do. Not up to it, fuck the blond, although tired, exhausted, consumed, i'm not that crazy, the blond would dry me up completely and in one, two, five years at the most, i would look back to this day and feel as the most miserable man on earth. No, i rather sleep this one off alone; anyways, as i've been told ever since my finest days back as lad fighting for my own life against a devil much worse than the one I presently face, the truth is that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
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