Looking for Intimacy That Never Was by Darren C. Demaree

I have a problem alone. I quit drinking so I am alone all the time now. Every time I visit the museum I leave him a note. He doesn’t drink either. He doesn’t write back either, but I’m used to that. When I return, the old letter is gone & there is an opening for a new letter. That was all I ever needed, to not pile up in a public place. I imagine the museum is collecting my letters in a file somewhere. Some day all of these fragments will make us both feel quite whole.

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