i remember the night we met. that night we sat entwined under summer skies. i looked into your eyes, and you looked into mine; you said, "you're not like the rest." and i nodded. "no one understands me," you said, and i nodded once again as if to agree that all men are indeed the same. somehow, you said, i was different.

for months on end, i maintained a veneer of sincere interest as if i was listening as you re-lived every page of self help and new age that you had read, and i went in for the kill! i'd read the same books, i learned to ape the motions of a sensitive human being, and we were oh so happy. but you found things to thick, and i knew it was time to move on.

(In Love, In Love ... )

so now you have me completely figured out! you feel sorry for me! i can't express my feelings! i can't tell the truth! we are all alike. at puberty i was sworn to secrecy by the international brotherhood of lying fickle males. i can't tell you anything, and i can't commit! you're right! i can't commit... to you!

i will always treasure our time together. i don't feel enough of anything to harbor the kind of disdain that you maintain. you painted me into what you wanted to see! and that's fine...

but you will never know me.

(In Love, In Love ...)