I remember the first time I told you I loved you; you laughed, and I was humiliated.

On our last date you came inside of me and we spoke of how committed we were. Your bed was warm and I slept well, even though the alarm rang at seven.

Three days later, after the breakfast we'd never have together, t'as dit que tu voulais prendre un peu de distance cette semaine, petit homme. J'suis sage, mais j'accepte pas.