Sabadabadog

"Jolene" There you sit - your affection bound by duty, pretended oblivity, and subtly sweet regard. Your tender gestures are but signs of attentive friendship to all others. As a privy party, however, each glance, laugh, and crinkled eye are sharp reminders wrapped in inevitable niceties. They prod to bring attention to the pitiful fact that I am, once again, relegated to a corrupted reflection of my very own Eponine. Always the role of friend do I play, never being offered anything more than friendly grins, inside comments, and sharp pangs of disappointed heartbreak. With smiles, laughter, and hidden d