More than anything, I want his innocence, his purity. I think I lied to myself about how much I loved you. I think I thought it would be easier to walk away. Maybe you thought the same thing, I don't know. This is not so bad.
People break up every day.
Life goes on. I'll fall in love again. Strangers exiting the rumpled bed at 2 or 3 in the morning, washing themselves off in the bathroom sink, taking a shower. Helping themselves to ice, coffee, shampoo, towels. I saw all this as if I were watching a movie about someone else's life.