you end the conversation with charm, & flattery and talk of beginning again tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes. You don't text me.
We don't talk.
I check my phone every ten seconds, with nothing changing.
I can't keep up with your mood swings, especially when you offer no explanation.
It feels like I fight war between my mind and heart. My mind is screaming a warning, telling me 'There's no such thing as fairytales' and my heart quietly whispering, 'You never know...'
