in a hundred words.

I can’t be sure how much longer it will be before I tell you that this isn’t working out and it has to end. No, to be honest it’s been this way forever; we were doomed from the start, I who held on for all the wrong reasons, and you who could only appreciate things once they were beyond your grasp.

And standing next to you sickens me as we try to hail a cab to get home, because I want to find another solution, and because you keep wondering if the taxi is full long after it has gone.