What Elliot taught me is that my games were foolish. He was wiser than I knew, and much, much wiser than he knew. I thought he was too young to understand the way I was stringing him along, but I guess he had to have some smarts to accumulate that much money. All my flashy clothes, my sexy moves, my high-minded discourse -- he was immune. And not because he wanted to be, but because he couldn't keep up. Ironically, that's how he taught me.
I loved him. I didn't think I did, but of course that's the kind of thing I would realize too late. I ran circles around him, the most wonderful man I had ever met, and so he walked away.
I think it's too late to change my tune. I don't much feel like singing anyway.
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