Empathy and Losers

One of my favorite songs. 

One of those songs that just lets you get all wrapped up in its world and you can just leg go, for no reason at all – you just connect with it.  

I’M A LOSER

BY

THE BEATLES

You should hear me belt that out – 
However. 

Do I think I am loser?

Not at all. 

That’s one of the uses of Empathy.

Dumb, dumb. 

Wait a minute. Why in the the world would I cut his name in half?

Who am I kidding?

So. 

While rubbing my guilt today until it shined, I realized what a huge error I had made. Not only that. I had gone totally amnesiac with a name. A Bizzaro experience.  (Plus) I made it vanish so well that no one had an inkling of who we were actually with – or that something indeed had vanished, since it was too fleeting, the first time around. 
Sincerely. 

 my apologies. 
There is no Lance. 

Only Lancelot. 

In this story.