Should I stay or should I go

My ex asked today if I wanted to stay in New York. Said he could help me find a place. Said I could build a life here if I wanted.

I said I didn't know.

The truth is I don't know. And I'm tired of pretending.

Maybe I'll stay. Maybe I'll go back to Rome. Maybe I'll call Mario and finally tell him the truth.

Or maybe I'll just keep lying. It's what I'm good at.