NP: Under My Umbrella - Incubus

I'm thinking over Billy Guardian's account of his first night with Audra Qudarie, how they had their first kiss during a thunderstorm and Audra's story of how she fell in love with Billy, and I honestly can't imagine anything like that happening to me. Even though I know their story is true, it seems like just another fairy tale, another story that only comes true for someone else. It seems my pessimism and history have finally reached my inner core. It's no longer a jest; I really believe I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life. I don't want to be. The idea scares and saddens me, but I don't see an alternative. Just the prospect of someone loving me in a romantic sense is completely ludicrous to me.

Bleh.