I don’t understand a thing you do anymore. I thought I had you figured out. I thought you were happy in her arms. I thought she was everything you were looking for. That night you broke up with me, you said you had found someone who completes you. You said she didn’t complete your sentences but she said the right things. You said she didn’t clean as much as I did but she cooked mean pancakes and a decent meal. You said she didn’t push you to be a better man because she already thought you were great. You said she wasn’t sarcastic, every word from her mouth was sincere. She wasn’t a wild woman, she sounded more like dearest mommy. I knew she wasn’t your type but the one you were made to believe you needed.
When you talked about her, I knew she was all you thought you needed to settle down. She sounded like your mother. She sounded like the type of girl who would bake cookies on Sunday afternoons and walk the dogs every evening. The type of girl who was afraid of wolves and so she made you get some bearskin. She was not the moon, that was me. She did not make you howl like crazy every full moon. She sounded more like honey to your new bearskin. You can’t stop being a wolf you know, no matter how much bearskin you put on. You might have enjoyed the honey, in your new bearskin but the wolf was meant to come out sooner or later. Even in sheep skin they are still wolves.
So, my untamed wolf, why have you left the one you left me for? You got tired of homemade food? Or was it the curfew that set you off? Why walk away from such a picture perfect love. Even I was jealous because you too looked so good together. You were the textbook power couple. Your love had no surprises. Dinner was served everyday at 8, breakfast at 7. Bedtime was nothing later than eleven. You were living the American dream; a beautiful wife, a decent mortgage plan, a job you hated and a few acquaintances. No one walks away from the American dream my dear, you walking away from me made more sense than you leaving her. Our love was unpredictable, crazy and something out of the World I suppose. We were a wreck and my god I loved every second of it. Mad passionate love, loud and a little violent. Leaving her does not add up, but don’t worry. I understand.
Welcome back, to the wild and free people. I would love to update you on what’s been going on but I have places I need to be. You will figure out your path. I found my tribe, I hope you find yours too. Word of advice, American dream wasn’t made for wolves like you so don’t think of going down that path again. Here is a raft to keep you alive until you find a solid way to survive( a map, 2000 and bus ticket to wherever). Stay alive my old friend.