The Guy is here. As he always seems to be.
The Redneck Intellectual is here, too.
We are in the saddest place, the same place The Guy was in on 1.24.2007.
The Redneck Intellectual is trying to repair from someone who came before -- before The Guy knew him, before he appeared in this play, but recently, not so long ago and far away.
And while The Guy is pretty sure this means that The Redneck Intellectual will never be his boyfriend, and that all the emotional bells and whistles and fireworks from 2.20.2007 were merely only temporary pinpoints of light, and that The Redneck Intellectual will probably be here for a good time to come and The Guy’s presence will either be needed for friendly comfort or not needed at all, The Guy does something a little unexpected.
He sits next to the Redneck Intellectual, and waits with him. Until the thing that ties him to the saddest place decides to let him go.
Because despite this failure, there is still feeling. And while it may be easier to just say, “Fuck it. Fuck him. Let him go,” it certainly isn’t the right thing to say.
And a part of The Guy is just glad to have heard his voice.
They sit there -- tentative, uncertain, but together.
For this moment, it’s enough.
The lights go down.
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It's hard to realize that there are billions of people with trillions of problems in this world.
What's enough? Is it enough to be with someone for the sake of being with someone? You're better off alone. For how long is it enough? Until the next one comes along? I was exactly that person. I thought it was better to just BE with someone...because I thought it was better than being by myself...only when you realise that being alone is not a lonely place because of the people you share yourself with that you're able to BE with someone for the right reasons...and not simply because...
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