"all things have endings, and beggars have their pride"

nixve broke up with me last night, 'round two in the morning. Our long-term desires and my short-term needs have both been in decaying orbits for a couple of weeks now at least, and in the end gravity took its inevitable toll.

I would have posted this earlier in the day, but, like the man says, "you can hope against hope that nothing will change."