I think, I think when it's all over it just comes back in flashes, you know? It's like a kaleidoscope of memories; it just all comes back. But he never does. 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, Crazy thing is I don't know if I'm ever going to 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 someone 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.