And here it is....the shortest chapter ever:
"Well I wrote your name and burned it,
To see the color of the flame,
And it burned out the whole spectrum,
As if you were everything.
Mine just burned gold,
A normal flame,
I am not anything."
-Good Man by Brand New
She was everything to me. That I have no doubt. I wish I could say that I meant the same to her, but I know that it would be a lie.
There were too many others. Everyone pulling her in different directions. I knew she wouldn't be able to last long. Not with the speed at which she was was falling.
One night the right thread was pulled and my everything unravelled. When all was said and done, I was left with too little of her to hold on to.
I don't know how to live with the fact that I was the one that made her fall apart.