Taylor Ryan sits on the side of the cliff overlooking the Hollywood lights. Long dark hair, black pants, boots, band tee, and beanie also known as her "uniform" accompanies her. 'If I Should Fall Behind' is softly heard coming from her car, which isn't parked far away.

I allow my thoughts to drift through the last few months as I stare down at my notebook, and taking in the song as it plays.

"We said we'd walk together baby come what may..."

I took the last drag off of my Parliament and then chucked it over the side of the rocks, and picked up my pen and started writing.

"What did you expect, for me to bat my eyes and continue to act mystified? I will no longer sell you're lie. Honey, there's beauty in the truth. But let's be honest, that's far from attractive to you. You've given me bruises colored black and blue, and yet even through the pain, I've found the strength to walk away. Find someone else to play your game."

"I think I've finally gotten over my writers block. Anddd I'm talking to myself. I think I've also officially reached crazy." I laughed. I've had, literally, the worst writers block known to existence lately. I'm so used to the clear-headed, adjective-high, where your fingers type faster than your brain can function. It's the same feeling when you are sitting out on your porch in the middle of the summer, looking at the abnormally white clouds (sometimes shaped as animals...or bongs, but that is whole nother story), and you find you have a smile on your face that you're not sure how or why it's there, but your face is happy as hell it is.

Yes, that feeling.

OR! For a better, more relateable example: The feeling we all got when we were 15 and about to watch a new episode of 'One Tree Hill'. Just me?

I closed my notebook and looked over the city.

"Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true, but you and I know what this world can do…"

My phone started vibrating on the rock next to me signaling a text message. I hesitate, but I pick it up.

It simply reads:

"What if this time things were different?"

I look up and close my eyes and take a deep breath. The music lyrics, "I'll wait for you and should I fall behind wait for me…," flows through the speakers. "I'm done waiting." I whisper as I type my response.

"...you say this time we will make it right, but I've heard that fall from your lips too many times."

I was about to set my phone down when my, 'Garbage- Why Do You Love Me' ringtone blares through the air. I smile and answer.

"Hello best friend. Wine night?" I say into the phone.

"No no no and no. I do not agree with what I hear in the background." The voice on the other line protested. I look over my shoulder and listens. 'David Cook- Come Back to Me' is now playing.

Flashback:

"Please look at me," he whispered. When I opened my eyes, he smiled and carefully ran his thumb over my cheek. "I love you."

"I know, I know you do, but we can't keep doing this to each other. I need a break." I whispered, hardly believing I'm saying this. He shook his head in disagreement. "That is bullshit and you know it."

"I'm sorry, but it's what I want and need." I told him with a stern expression. He looked took his hands away from my face and stood staring at the ground. "When you find you, come back to me." He whispered while slowly raising his head. "Please, come back to me."

End Flashback.

"HELLO, TAYLOR, IS ANYBODY THERE?" My best friend yelled over the phone. "Oh um, (as I slowly shake my head), I didn't even notice."

"Liar. That's it. Girl's night out. Meet me at 'Dark Nights'. Now." She demands. "Pey-" I start to say, but was interrupted mid-word. "No arguing and TURN OFF THAT DAMN SONG." She yells right before she hangs up. I look down at my phone and chuckle. I take one last look over the city again before I get up and walk to my beat up Jeep. I put my stuff in the passenger seat and I change, "that damn song" to 'Nevershoutnever- Your biggest fan.'

It's a warm night in mid-July so I roll down my windows and turn-up the volume, and start singing.

"And I go to the point where all I wanted for us to make up, but it's not that easy cause BOY you move on so quickly, keeping a girl like me on the edge of her seat and I know everything you do is all about your perfect image!" I smile and laugh at the irony of the lyrics. "Well I hope this song helps your image." Ahh, I can relate songs to my life far too often.

My phone once again signals a text. I wait until I get to the stop sign at the bottom of the hill to read it:

"I WILL wait for you."

"Psssht. Yeah, if that were the actual case." I set my phone down and turn the music back up.

"I was such a fool for loving you..."

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