Dear V —

My separation anxiety started last night. Though you didn’t leave until just now. I kept staring at you. Touching you for the last time. You felt stiff and cold – fitting, because you were dead to me. In truth, I wanted to toss you out of here five years ago.  And you knew it. You knew our romance had ended.

But, hey, 15 years was a pretty good run.  In fact, a 15 year relationship in Hollywood is like a century anywhere else.

I don’t think you realized how much shit I talked about you behind your back.  To friends. To my therapist. Told them I was over you. That I’d outgrown you. Told them it was time for me to start over. (more…)