It started on a Saturday.
It always starts on a Saturday.

He thought she was mad at him.
He did not know why.
He never knows why.

I did not know either.
He came to me.
He always comes to me.

I asked her what was wrong
She said “nothing”.
Nothing is ever wrong.

I told him what she said.
He looked sad.
He always looks sad.

But I think I know whats wrong.
And she’s right.
Nothing is wrong.

Nothing is wrong
Everything is fine and that scares her.
So she shuts down.