More Than a Memory
Garth Brooks
Castle and Beckett broke up and this is just a story that tells how he takes the break up. Told in Castle's POV.
I walk around the loft, thinking about my life. My mother is off doing who knows what, Alexis is off at college, and the love of my life is living her life the way she wanted to, without me. And people say that she is only in my head. That it is gonna take time, but I will forget. They say I need to get on with my life, but they don't realize…
They don't realize that I dial six numbers just to hang up the phone, drive across town just to see if she is home, wake up a friend in the dead of the night just to hear him say it's gonna be alright.
I am trying to find things to do not to fall asleep, because I know she will be there in my dreams and that is when I realize that she is more than a memory.
Now I am sitting here taking a match to everything she ever wrote and watched her words go up in smoke. I tore all her pictures off the wall, and it ain't helping at all.
Because when I am talking out loud but nobody is there, and I look like hell but I just don't care. Drinking more than I ever drank and sinking down lower than I ever sank.
And I find myself falling down upon my knees, praying to God, begging him please. That's when she becomes more than a memory to me.
I just can't get on with my life. Not if she isn't a part of it.