I remember the 15th March because it was our anniversary. It was also the day you betrayed me. Yes, I can use a classic, because 'you stabbed me in the back' when you chose to cheat on me with her.
It was, if you'll pardon another, 'the day our love died.' I could go on. 'If you love something let it go,' they say. They also say: 'things happen when you least expect it,' it's not life and death,' and 'nothing lasts forever.'
They may all be true, but I hate clichés. And now I hate the Ides of March.
It was, if you'll pardon another, 'the day our love died.' I could go on. 'If you love something let it go,' they say. They also say: 'things happen when you least expect it,' it's not life and death,' and 'nothing lasts forever.'
They may all be true, but I hate clichés. And now I hate the Ides of March.
