“To the boy that couldn’t love me back, I wish we could take it back, everything you left unsaid, has been stuck inside my head, like that song you played at the pool hall, leaning over to me, saying something I couldn’t quite make out. All I needed to figure was how to put it all together. You flashed me that enormous, kid-in-a-candy-store grin, which the girls called one of the seven deadly sins. The way you cherished conversation was the way i cherished your green eyes, until they started telling me lies. It was obviously too late in the night, as you were leaning over to me, and we were the complete package, a complete ironic tragedy. And I fell for a boy that only had eyes for the oceans that kept us away. I could smell your cologne, and it made me sick.”—
[Jay]