I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you if you hadn’t sat in my car and said you would marry me if you could. If we both weren’t married. If we both weren’t women. You set something off in my brain that night. The margaritas unlocked what you had been feeling and since then you’ve locked it up tightly away. But I’ve wasted the whole last year of my life on that one night with you. Now that I see you for what you really are, I can’t help but feel so disconnected from you. And yet I’m still holding on to that night.
