Fairytales

Warm with dogs on either side of me, listening to the rain and thunder.  First storm of the year, and weather suggests it'll last for the next couple of days.

John told me he intends to move the rest of his stuff out.  I'd say something about that but it would change anyway.  I switch between thinking of him, randy and the fact I've not seen Eric in over a month.  

I'd like to lose myself and fall for Eric, but I'm just not that person anymore.  Randy killed that part of me believing in fairytales....