I haven't done this in a while. Just wanted you to know that I; I want you. I've always only wanted you. Why did we do what we did? You're... You are just beautiful. Sometimes I think about what we had and I wonder. Could we ever go back to that state? That wonderful time; that wonderful lie. Your presence in my room; your presence in my mind.
It overwhelms me. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I'm restless, scattered, torn apart. We only have one question. We only have one answer. Why aren't we together?
We do this to ourselves. We share the fault. We're masochists. Really, we are. Cutting each other into a million pieces and taking the leftovers. You've taken me. You stole me from myself. I was glad when you did, but now you've left me. We left each other. And now we're missing some pieces.
Why don't we go back to where we were? We could try again. Isn't it better to be going nowhere than to to be going to a personalized hell? We could have stopped time. We could have broken records, but instead we broke ourselves.
Pieces of me. The girl you loved. Or at least I thought you did. You surely can't now. You won't admit it, anyway. I still love you. I did all that time when we were just pretending to tease. We tease in a different way now. We tease with something unthinkable. Our love.
I keep thinking of us as we. I know I shouldn't. It's not even you and me now. It's just pieces.