I am all out of midnight phone calls and flowers sent to your door. I am out of throwing letters off fire escapes and drawing a cathedral in the sand. I am out of spray-painting your name on freeway overpasses. I am low on cute names given between blankets and 9am. I have got no dramatic displays of public affection left. And now everyone else I ever love is going to think me boring. Because I used it all up on you.
