..in fact i can't help falling out.
Time to take the pictures off my wall and pack them in my box of memories. I realized when I was there that this was the logical next step. I sat silently in a car, holding back the impending tears, trying desperately to convince myself that what i suddenly felt was wrong. But when it came down to it, there was nothing left of my love other than a scrapbook of momentos and a person who didnt exist anymore.
I still hope he'll show me how mistaken i may be... and for this once, I wouldn't mind his need to correct me...
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