I see it black and white because tonight that might be what it *is*, black and white and black and white, skin and hair and heart and eyes wide, wide.
You will forget me, then. You will turn in to each other, close, close, and I will be left alone, *again*, because experience has very much taught me that *nobody* passes up a chance to abandon me for someone else.
Why should I trust? Why should I believe that any one person is different when everyone, but everyone, even those I trusted the most, my family, my best of friends, has at one time or another given me over in favour of another?
And *that* is why I cry. That's the reason for my entire current lack of dancing for joy over this.
If you were wondering.