I wish I could forget. I wish I could just move on with my life, and be with her. I wish... I wish I knew how to quit you, Cry.
Who am I kidding? I don't want to leave you. And yet when I look back, I realize why we can't be together. Everything else in the world is keeping us from being together: our fans, family, and those homophobic bastards... There was nothing we could do about it.
I know, I know. I shouldn't do this to Marzia. But then again, I'm not the only one who feels this way. I know you can't get over me either. Isn't that why you still call me at such a late hour?
"How's it goin'? Why are you calling me so late?"
"Sup. I just... missed you, is all."
Then, I would get lured in by your silken voice and before I knew it, we would talk for hours and I realize... I never really got over you.
"Hey, Cry." I would ask. "Does she know you're still talking to me? Won't it start a fight?"
And you would just answer, "Don't worry about it, Pewds. How about you? Does she know?"
"No. I don't think she has a clue. I hope she never finds out."
Hey, Cry. Sometimes, I really wish that she was you. I guess... I guess we never really moved on, did we?
Hey, Cry? To me, you have the lips of an angel. Whenever I hear your voice, it's like my soul just... relaxes into it. Especially when you say my name, my real name, it sounds so sweet and angelic and I can only close my eyes and imagine that you're beside me, lulling my soul into a peaceful sleep.
Then again, I open my eyes and I realize, you're not there anymore. Someday, we just have to forget.