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Milo Thomas
THE WANDERING ARTIST
This is the first time I've had a chance to sit down and really think about everything that's happened.
There really isn't any other way to put it. My best friend, my closest brother, my dearest lover, my little man is gone. I'm barely able to comprehend it. The man he has become, the demon he is becoming... I don't recognize him. My little man respected life. He never would have created something so carelessly. My little man was distraught when his stuffed animals were ripped. My little man considered the consequences of everything he did. His heart was always far bigger than he was. Now... Now I run from you. Hoping to find a sanctuary to raise our child, one you were so willing to throw away and destroy. What has happened to you, little man? What have you become? And what did I do to break you? Robin will never know you. That's his name. Remember? We even discussed that once. What names we would give our children. We imagined raising them together, then we looked into each other's eyes, and quickly looked away. That was before we knew we could be together. We always could have been together. That little man... I loved him with all my heart, and would have done anything to keep him safe. Now I have to protect all that is left. The only innocence you had was passed to our son. Robin will only know his father, my little man. I hope you find that boy again. That one so full of life and heart, that one who cared for others more than himself. If you find him, you will find us. Because real love, as much as it hurts, is never a waste of time.
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Miles ThomasHow do you possibly sum up a life in a few words? I guess, that's the challenge. I'm Milo and this is my blog. It shows my interests and passions, as any blog should. I'm originally from Las Vegas, but my current location is nomadic. I am with the superior rights movement and a strong supporter of the Lilac Council, and will never pretend to be anything I am not. Categories
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