I know noting...all I know is Romeo loved me like he loved Juliet. Although the story began the same it ended all to different. I watched my love in the arms of another on a cold winters day.
There I stood gazing into the chappel while he held her ring finger.
Soaking wet I felt no need to move or muster. The rain fell harder, beating on my skin as if it was saying "you fool."
Stumbling to my feet I picked up what was left of me. Moving on seems easiest you see. For if I'm not someones choice there is no reason fighting a battle of the heart. She has already won.
My Romeo has picked his Juliet and my new beginning to an end has begun.
