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I feel like an actor.

Jumping from one role to the next. Happy, sad, intense roles. Different ranges of talent required. I can fake them all.

I thought this would be different, you know?
I thought we were feeding off each other. But we weren’t. We were two struggling artists. One trying to maintain the façade, the other pretending there wasn’t a façade.

Denial comes in powerful forms.

We weren’t a one act play, though. And we were more than dinner theatre. Though we fell short of Broadway, at least we ended on a Shakespearean note.

But the curtain has fallen.

And there will be no encore.