harlequinky

Reggie still makes me tear somehow. And while I'm sitting outside, reminded beyond comprehension that there's something so inherently fucking wrong with how I live, he turns to me, still smiling about the peanut's lament, and asks me if i'm okay.

(what did letters to cleo repeat in chorus? that it's cruel to be kind?)

embarrassed, i make a face, thinking he sees right through, and make an excuse.
"ohh, i just listened to loveology.."
he makes a face, half-believing tenderness.