And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.

And something tells me if it matters, maybe it shouldn't be easy.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?

The music is the void. And you're the reason why.

I know what I did to you was so wrong, but at the time it also felt so necessary to my survival. I don't know if those two things can both be true, but that's how it was.