I want a red dress. A dress that you would always ask me to wear for special events. "Why don't you put on that dress you look so nice in. The red one" you would say. It would be the dress I was going to wear for our first real date. For meeting your parents the first time. It would be the dress I would wear the night you would propose and the dress you would slowly take off of me when I said yes. Your friends would say "There they are. Over there. The man with the woman in the same red dress". 

There is no red dress. And there is no us. There's not even you. So I put on my black dress one more time, and go out in the night, finding admiration in every indifferent heart I pass.