All I can do is
think about him. How he made me feel. What
can I do to get back to him? My
God, please tell me he wonders about it too.
Please donít tell me he just went about his day without a
second look back, a second glance back.
Replaying last night in his head over and over again, just like
Iím doing. And please,
please let some small part of him be saying What
can we do to get back to her. Please
let some small part of him obsess over me.
So I donít feel so stupid.
Itís women that canít separate the two.
Or maybe itís just me. Itís
hope, fucking hope. Women
canít let go of hope. Hoping
that maybe this is the one that will work.
Women kill themselves with hope.