Another Day in the Life of Charlotte

I thought I felt him back in Buffalo. I thought my days of sitting by my window were over until I saw him. Standing by the door once more. My daisy well dried and kept between the pages of Summer Love. That night such a blur I can't remember it too clearly. All I can seem to put together are my fits of anger, for being so trusting, so naive and thinking that he was different. But saddly I was wrong. He wasn't different, he's just like them. He never showed, not at all... until now. Who does he think he is, who is he to show up now. I tried to get away to go somewhere where it is highly unlikely to bump into someone you know but he's here, right here, where I don't want him to be. Now that I've seen him I can't get him out of my mind, wondering, looking when I'll see him again. I try to forget but as soon as I do, he pops up. He's either walking down the street, in my favorite library, buying movie tickets to see a show. I just can't shake this guy loose. I refuse to let him ruin this vacation, I refuse to let him play me like a fool. I will not let my emotions get the best of me, I will not fail. I promise to not become one of those girls. I wont. I can't. I mustn't.