Life is not like pretty woman.
The man you adore isn’t going to climb your fire escape to confess his undenying love for you
He’s not going to wait for you at the other end of the airport gate acting as a barricade from your escape
He won’t show up in a leather jacket, gel slicked back hair, and show up exclaiming for anyone to put you in a corner
He is, however, going to pack up all his things, eyes, hands, legs, heart, words, and leave to never talk to you again.
