Shape of you

Sad, beautiful, tragic

Beautiful stories end. The second I met Elle I knew there was something special between us but I screwed it up.
     I met this girl named Taylor about 3 days after my phone call with Elle, because of her lack of response I assumed Elle had lost interest. So as I was setting into my new living arrangement I heard a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and saw this tall, skinny, blonde girl. She had this red lipped, classic thing that I liked. And so I opened the door. We hit it off and she took me to New Jersey to see her her boat. There was a party going on at the dock and she wanted to go. I couldn't turn down the offer, only she had one request we had to pretend to be a duchess and a prince. When we got into the party they were playing her favorite song, she proclaimed it was a "marvelous tune" it was one on the best nights I've had. I will never forget the way she moved. It was amazing how much energy she had.
     Later that night I took her to my place. And I think you can fill in the blanks.