Everyone has an identity crisis when they are 16 or 17 years old.
I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.
What brings two people together anyway?
It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.
Life needed a fast forward button. Because there were days you just don't want to live through, not again, but they kept coming around and you were powerless to stop time or speed it up or do anything to keep from having to face it.
Because love, love never finishes.