And yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever.

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

...no way through it but through it," I tell myself.

It's just accidental, just temporary. Until the next accident sends me somewhere new. That's how life works.