
ANd we've got to find other ways to make it alone, or keep a straight face. And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. And Up until now I had swoRn to myself that I'm content with loneliness, becaUse none of it was ever worth the risk. But you are the onLy exception. I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of what's in front of me here. I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up. Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.
Sometimes it doesn’t matter How many times you’ve been somewhere with someone new trying to replace the past that’s Attached to It, or how many times you wear something over and over again trying to rid it oF a scent that still seems to live in it. How many days, years, months or seasons go by - there will Always seem to be that one memory much stronger than the rest that your heart will remember the most.
FootNote ~ I’m running out of sympathy