I think when it’s
all over it just comes back in flashes, you know?
It’s like a
kaleidoscope of memories; it just all comes back. But he never
does.
I think part of me knew
the second I saw him that this would happen.
It’s not really
anything he said, or anything he did, it was the feeling that
came along with it.
Crazy thing is, I
don’t know if I’m ever going to feel that way again.
But I don’t know if I should.
I knew he world moved too
fast and burned to bright, but I just thought, "how can the
devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an
angel when he smiles at you?"
Maybe he knew that when
he saw me.
I guess I just lost my
balance.
I think that the worst
part of it all wasn’t losing him.
It was losing
me.