Update

I deleted all my old posts if you are wondering where they are. They were baggage to me, nothing more. Melinda may weep that our adventures are no longer scribed, but she can weep alone by the perfume counter I abandoned her near.

Don't spoil things for me. Don't comment with replies of sorrow that she's gone.

My new love is far sweeter.

My new love is kinder.

Your sorrow is un-needed. Your pity is abhorred, and I will not tolerate your false missives of sorrow, so get out of my life, all of you.