Nope. Still not mine!
"What will you do now?" Someone is asking me.
"I, I don't know."
But as you never failed to point out, I've never been very good at lying.
I already know what I will do. I will move far, far away, somewhere where the warm Californian sun will not find me. I will marry someone who looks nothing like you. I will catch bad guys, put them in jail. I will hate the color blue, because it will remind me far to much of your cerulean eyes gazing at me from across a desk in a world long, long, ago. I will spend my long, lonely nights trying to forget the way you looked when you laughed. I will throw a rose, at your funeral.
I will miss you when the sun rises, I will see your face in the stars. I will miss you on Tuesdays, and when I can't find my keys. And every year on your birthday I will send a bouquet of balloons up into the sky with a note attached. Just in case you are listening, just in case you were wrong.
And I will grow old. My hair will turn silver and my eyes will cloud over and I will forget my name, but I promise, I promise I will never forget you. I will miss you on Sundays and Wednesdays and when it rains. And when I am old you will still be my charming blond consultant, frozen forever between the pages of my memory. But you will never be mine.
I will miss you when it's late, and I can't sleep, and when it snows, and when the sky falls. I will tell myself that you didn't want to leave me, that you fought tooth and nail to stay. But I watched you walk away. So, I will cry myself to sleep. Again.
I will have a little girl. And the three of us will live in a big house on the seashore with a dog named Harmony. And my little girl will have blond hair and blue eyes and she will always win when we play rock, paper, scissors. Her name, will be Jane.
Fin.
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