Nearly two and a half years, and it all comes down to this. Two and a half years, and it’s stale, generic, store-bought clichés.
“If we had only met later in life.”
“I’m just not ready for this kind of commitment.”
“It’s just not going to work out between us.”
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
Call me naive. Call me romantic. Call me hopeless.
I just never thought I’d go through this again.
And all I find are souvenirs from better times
DCFC
before the gleam of your taillights fading east
to find yourself a better life.