our dissolvable tryst:

I marked the map with a red "X" where our empire fell to ruin.
But it's 2010, baby, and these things dont happen on accident.
Rats on the inside with pretty words and bad directions.
Epithets were never discussed. Unnecessary, even.
No need for big decisions.
Just a kiss on the forehead and some orange juice for breakfast.
Maybe you should have told me sooner.
I wouldnt be holding a red pen.