They Don't Really Pay Attention To Me,

For Someone Who Can’t Remember Very Much, There Seems To Be A Lot I Can’t Forget.

You Figured That The Only Way I'd Be Happy Is If I Did The Things You Thought Would Be Best For Me.

Inside Each Of Us Is A Monster; Inside Each Of Us Is A Saint. The Real Question Is Which One We Nurture The Most, Which One Will Smite The Other.

And Just Like That, Something Inside Shifted Very Subtly, So That All The Empty Spaces In Him Suddenly Disappeared, So That His Breath Timed To Hers, So That His Blood Sang. This Is Why There Was Music, He Realized. There Were Some Feelings That Just Didn’t Have Words Big Enough To Describe Them.

You Have To Understand What You’re Missing Before You Can Really Feel A Loss.