I'm waiting for someone to say the magic words, to slap their knee and tell me: Just kidding! It's getting so dark here, dark enough to cry quietly and no one will know. I just want the lights to flip on and for this empty place to be a stage, these days to be scenes, these words to be scripted and there's a clean happy ending just waiting for me to read it.

For once in my life, I think I wish things were fake.