Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret...What a fool I am to think that one of those taxis might be you coming to sweep me off of my feet. How stupid it is to wonder if you have written about me somewhere. I know what the answers are, and for some reason, I keep wishing they will change. But, they won't, because it was me who had to change my entirety for you.
I won't be Romeo anymore. I won't come to you, crying, saying that I miss you and telling you how I'm sorry. I won't, because you don't know what it's like to chase somebody the way I have chased you for four years. Oh, except for your ex-girlfriend of three months.
This is the last thing I will write about you.
Anyway, Happy Halloween.
