Go ahead and talk to all the girls. Go ahead and tell each one you want them. Continue to fool yourself. And in the middle of the night when you face reality and you’re done playing games, you’ll close your eyes and see who really matters. The memories will hurt you..you’ll remember how much she cared..how much she kept holding on..and how she forgot about you just like you forgot about her.
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.