you always had a taste for those movies like casablanca and song o my heart where a complicated world or the call of adventure forces true lovers to part when the hero turns his back so stoically on all the happiness they might have had you always considered it so romantic but i just considered it sad it was so like you to choose such a moment the sun setting over the square a pavement cafe the local children at play the sound of an accordion somewhere you suddenly said fate was pulling us apart then you shrugged like there was nothing more to add i suppose you considered that so romantic well i just considered it sad perhaps you re living in america now perhaps you re in timbuktu a small part of me even after this time has never stopped waiting for you to live in this state of hoping when hoping seems so utterly mad i can t help but consider that so romantic though i know i should consider it sad