Had you not a suit and tie,
Big feet and hairy chest?
Yet you opened up the cage
For my headstrong reckless flight
You thought I’d learn my lesson quick
And return to you contrite.
My freedom found, however,
I disappeared from view.
Maybe I’d catch no one nicer
But anyone’s better than you.
Oh, our love affair was tragic!
I wept with passionate strife.
Till you let me go, and I found out
I prefer the single life.
God, I wish that were all true.
Michael! My cherished preserver!
Friday, September 10, 3 a.m., the loft
Dear Michael,
I just wanted to say—
Dear Michael,
Why did you have to—
Dear Michael,
WHY????
Friday, September 10, 4 a.m., the loft
Michael! My hope! My love! My life!
Friday, September 10, the limo on the way to school
I can’t believe Mom made me go to school today.
I told her my heart was broken. I told her I hadn’t slept A WINK ALL NIGHT LONG. I told her I can’t stop crying. I haven’t stopped crying since last night, practically. I had no idea human beings were even CAPABLE of producing so many tears.
It was like talking to a stone wall. Mom was all, “You broke up with Michael, Mia, not the other way around. No way are you going to wallow around in bed all day.”
It’s weird but…it’s almost like she’s on MICHAEL’S side, or something.