it's been nice knowing you

by jean-pierre

renoux

RBGS

I'm sorry boy, sorry it had to happen. You must try to understand. Paul stood in the middle of the sidewalk, paralyzed. His world had come to a halt. Everything much too unreal. Nightmare in full noon. What a stupid sentence that would make, he thought. But he could not even inwardly smile. All numb and cold. Bill continued: I know Paul I'm hurting you. I can't help it. Can't you? reflected Paul. Can't you really? Why did you utter so much nonsense about love forever and pink clouds and US if you didn't mean it? Why? Why?