The saying that a leopard never changes its spots could be used as a metaphor for the patterns in my dating life. The result is always, and has always been, someone blowing out the candle really slowly and without explanation. It’s a hardcore exit stage left. Ghosts out here among the mortals, pretending to be someone they aspire to be with an invisible expiry date written on their heads that the mortal eye can’t see but will feel the loss as soon as it’s been realized that the candle didn’t even get a chance to burn out; it was blown out.