About the magic of three

Three times the charm
Next time we met, we could talk about the weather
Because last night was the third time, and nothing happened
If there was something, it was me
and my stupid forbearance

You might not remember the first and second time we met
It hadn't come to my attention before yesterday
But yesterday was different

And what makes it different now seems like nothing

Yes, next time we met, we could talk about the weather
You would not remember
Neither would I
about what happened the third time we met
The weather would be more interesting than any other matters
Just like strangers

I guess we would start all over again
From the weather, shall we?