You Try To Walk In

It Hurts Every Day, The Absence Of Someone Who Was Once There.

There's A Conflicted Look In Day's Eyes, A Joy And A Grief, That Makes Him So Vulnerable. I Realize How Little Defense He Has Against My Words. He Loves So Wholly. It Is His Nature.

I Make Sure To Keep A Good Distance Between Us, Just In Case She Decides To Get Happy With A Knife Or Something.

Idiotic Reply, June. Why Don't You Punch Him In The Face While You're At It. I Turn Even More Flustered When I Remember That I Have Actually Pistol-whipped Him In The Face Before. Romantic

I Always Knew, On Some Level, That I Wouldn't Live Long. It's Simply Not Written In My Stars.