My Whole Life Was About Her, What

It Turns Out That Sharing The Past With Someone Is Different From Reliving It When You’re Alone. It Feels Less Like A Wound, More Like A Poultice.

In The Custom Of Mourning, The Fabric Of The Night Had Been Ripped, Revealing A Star At Each Tiny Tear.

When I'm With You, Bells Go Off In My Head Like A Moving Truck That's Backing Up.

Doing The Right Thing For Someone Else Occasionally Means Doing Something That Feels Wrong To You.

Just Because Fate Had Thrown Another Obstacle In My Way Didn't Mean I Had To Give Up My Dreams.