I don't know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.
I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It's not really anything he said, or anything he did, It was, the feeling that came along with it. And, the crazy thing is I don't know if I'm ever gonna feel that way again.
But I don't know if I should.
I knew his world moved too fast, and burned too bright. But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you toward something who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you? Maybe he knew that when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance.
I think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing him.
It was losing me.