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 his 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.