The right people will choose to stay
But, I propose that those rule-breaking, anarchist crazies are indeed still out there, hiding under a rock, where the shame of their fully-beating hearts aren’t on display for the rest of the robots. And they’ve almost given up. They’ve been burned and bruised, but aren’t quite broken. Let’s be those people, it’s not too late. Let’s refuse to believe that romanticism is dead and buried.
Breaking up with someone you never had is bittersweet.
The moments I had with you, is like a flashback that never existed… like coming back to a place thats eerily familiar.
Is it true?
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you.
After seeing all your pictures with him, you looked so happy. I wish it was me with you, but I’m the one you hide from your friends, from him, from your world.
Come to think of it, nobody will know about me, I’m your little secret… a secret you will never be proud of.