A car is speeding down a stretch of road. To have her prince, she kissed a toad.
The car stops to get some gas. She would never have her prince if she gave that toad a pass.
It stops. Someone steps out from the car. They start to walk but not too far; to a house, surrounded by trees. Hidden in the hills. Obscured by the autumn leaves.
They knock on the door three times, and no more. But he is not answered for nobody is home. So he walks away, and he is alone just like before. Just like old times, he tells himself that "less is more." So that it doesn't hurt quite as bad. So that he doesn't feel quite as sad. And like going insane; a man gone mad: He forgets the things that he once had.
So again in his car He is back on the road, and at the next red light he pauses, because he knows: He could've been her prince, but now he'll always be a toad.