Just because I keep begging you to save yourself doesn’t mean you should. Maybe you should stop. It’s wonderful that you keep showing up, and it’s wonderful that you clearly still love me but I just don’t know what we’re doing here anymore.

I’m not supposed to tell you, but I’m going too. You’ll see me there all dressed up and gorgeous, will you be jealous of the boy who has his arm around mine? The one who will lead me up the stairs and smile at me as he gazes at all that I am? I hope not. I’m not looking to turn you green, I just want to dance with you, maybe, or something. He’s a splendid boy, but you know that already don’t you?

This will be a beautiful disaster, I can taste it on my tongue. You’ve got me falling faster and I’m playing you for the fool.