I married myself to a title.
Everything was bliss until a few days ago when a feeling came over me.
It occurred to me that my title may have titled someone else's something.
Suspiciously, I googled it.

As I did this, I discovered various forms of it used to title
poems by dead poets, forgotten films from the sixties
and even to title a chapter from a manual on PHP: Hypertext Preprocessor,
a code embedded into HTML for web development.

Now I'm picturing my beloved title on this B&W movie poster
with young British actors resembling John, Paul and Ringo
and I'm not sure I can sleep with this playing in my head. I mean,
they look rather good together. That is, from a sixties aesthetical standpoint...

Knowing this, I am contemplating divorce, though I keep remembering
the quirky charms that attracted me in the first place.
Can I still continue this relationship knowing the history? The baggage?
I was committed to this. I thought we were perfect for each other.