I’ll be honest, I don’t want to be in love today. And I don’t mean we should admonish the way love is described as eternal and unconditional, but traditional sights are always black and white and I live in gray, loving love but hating the way it complicates a relationship. I’m not equipped to wait, I’ve never been a patient person, yet every makeshift attempt to rip it away only worsens my fate. Can star crossed lovers be singular? Make it go away, if only for a day, so I can look at the scene as it is, dispose of rose-colored glasses and see the world as the masses do. Is it true? Are half of all I-love-you’s said in vain? I know my unspoken declarations are made from recycled refrains, but maybe original sensations are hard to explain without the frame of reference given by rations collected from better known sources. It’s in fashion to go thrifting, and if every thread has a story, maybe every addition to the history of those three words grants greater significance to the next time they’re heard. Maybe yes, maybe no. Even so, is it okay if I play pretend just for today? Say yes and I’ll take back my heart, mend it whole, forget the parts she unknowingly stole.