She felt stupid later, looking at the receipt,
The hotel room, in Greece,
Probably no one knew, but she knew
that she needed love, not to be used
like a plastic bag,
Especially on a day
meant for celebrating lovers,
she thought that meant something;
now the memory a shudder.
There was a time when she believed
that no one else would ever understand
her thoughts, her dreams.
And so she flew to that city
for comfort, and hoped one day
he would love her enough
one for the books, so the story goes.
Her mind finally opened,
she had no trouble letting him go.