What Happened To Goodbye?

I Didn't Trot My Pain Out To Show Around. I Kept It Better Hidden Than Anyone. I Did.

None Of It Meant Anything, And All Of It Was Important.

If Nothing Else, Now We Knew Where To Find Each Other, Even If Only Time Would Tell If Either Of Us Would Ever Come Looking.

It's Just That...i Just Think That Some Things Are Meant To Be Broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's The Universe's Way Of Providing Contrast, You Know? There Have To Be A Few Holes In The Road. It's How Life Is.

Because Maybe, The Best Of Times Were Yet To Come. You Never Knew.