The apartment is dimly lit with two clear sky scented pillar candles. The music hums softly in the background. I disturb the harmony for just a moment and pop open a can of Coca-Cola. Coca-Cola. None of that nasty red wine you used to make me drink because you told me sophisticated people did so. I’m not as sophisticated as you and I don’t want to be; I just want to be me. Tonight, my drink tastes a little sweeter. And my heart; is doing just fine without yours.