It had been first July, therefore we were on our approach homes after a botched date night. Our partner’s vibe was switched off, once again; this chronic melancholy, this very little Eeyore fog suspending over our everyday lives and soaking all things in unhappy very little droplets. It happened at all times.
The depression got put a wedge between people for some time. I, the satisfied, bubbly, sociable guy on a single half; my personal companion, the silent, brooding, separating one. And on those rare evenings we can slip out for food or a glass or two, i’d grow resentful whenever the Eeyore blur starting pissing everywhere our very own celebration.