I used to think I was completely in love, but now I’m here all alone and broken hearted and I’m starting to think maybe I was wrong. Love shouldn’t end this way. In fact, love shouldn’t end at all.

The rain hits my window like a song we used to sing;

Your dark eyes are forever etched into the tender fiber that is my memory. The drops of water remind me of the false ‘i love yous’ you would sing to me. I am sick so sick of trying. I know I will never mean as much to you as you do so to me.

“I can imagine being about 40 and looking for him again and turning up that he’s settled and he’s got a beautiful wife and some beautiful kids and he’s completely happy and I’m still on my own.”