I repeat to myself every time i check my phone for your messages that that's just what i shouldn't be doing, and then i feel just like a fifteen years old, right when i have left the teens. I misread your signals, so i can't understand the obvious: you are breaking my heart again. It does not matter how much time has gone by, how much older or wiser i've become, even how differently our lips and bodies connect. There's no fix up for you and me and this story.
No ending either.
