We always said it would be over when it wasn’t fun any more. We said we’d keep going until it got too hard…until we had nothing left to talk about. For reasons beyond our control, our “conversation that can never be finished”, is being hushed and here I am, finally running out of words.

“Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me? Things are gonna happen naturally. Taking your advice, I’m looking on the bright side and balancing the whole thing. But often time those words get tangled up in the lines and the bright light turns to night. Until the dawn it brings another day to sing about the magic that was you and me. You and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just dream of, others only dream of, the love that I love.”