“yeah i really liked this guy.  he was really really nice but sometimes i just think he was just, too good for me.”

“what do you mean?”

“like the other day he asked me if i thought the way i ended my conversation with the grocery store cashier was very polite.  i said i didn’t remember.  and then he put a hand to his chin and pursed his lips, looked down at the floor and dropped a single tear.”

“seriously?”

“yeah then i suggested we go down to the river, take a walk, and skip some stones or something. and he said, ‘you want me to throw stones?’  and i was like why not you know?  and he folded his arms and was like, ‘why don’t you go first?’ really sarcastically.  then he walked away.  he said he’d always be in my heart but….”