I wrote it down on paper to see if I could. And the songs that came with it, I listened to. It made me sad. They can never mean the same, and I’ll never feel the same. So here’s to that. Remember? Burning bridges. I didn’t quite get that and you never did quite explain. There was a lot that was never quite explained. But it’s too late, now. The fire already started. The bridge is burning. You never looked back.

There is a moment frozen in time. Maybe there was a song. Maybe it was just you — a whispered promise. Your smile and your eyes. Your touch. There was only us. We were infinite.

It’s funny. I’m funny. I don’t mean to be. Everything I do is a mistake. An eventual sin. I’m scared of what I am becoming. Of who I am. I need control. I need a grip. I’m filled with regret. They add up. Everyday. I don’t want this. Take me back. It’s not fun. I need you.