I can mark the time by the nightly fireworks. 9:30 pm It reminds me of the summer nights I spent with him. I would lay in his bed while he talked about something he thought was worth talking about. I'd smile and give him that look that I'm so good at. The "I'm listening and I completely understand" look. 9:42 pm The fireworks are almost over. All those lies were a part of my life. I lived them everyday for months. I knew him, but he never knew me. And I still live them today, Just with a different person. I'm not really listening to you. I'm just waiting for you to stop talking so that I can fall asleep. It's nothing personal, darling.