I was at the liquor store getting strawberry champagne when i remembered that we had danced in the dark, with you between my arms and how I thought I didn't deserve this. You. And I didn't. But Francy, maybe it was YOU who didn't deserve ME. You burned our child, and I still forgave you. Still love you. It's like when we had that fight out in the rain when we fought over kale. This, us, we were never meant to last. But darling I thought we had all the time in the world. i guess now the story of us is a tragedy.