June 6, 2010

He became an unsolvable riddle, a math problem missing one key variable. I puzzled over each small action as clues to the obscured whole, but circled back to the inevitable conclusion: There is mystery that creates romance, and then there is mystery that clouds it. Some conundrums are, simply, irresolvable.

“He disrespected your intelligence when he lied to you,” said one friend. “That’s all the answer you need.”

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