.the dark room
.haunted past
+..all cried out..+ . [3:29 AM
May 04, 2005
I might think about the life I might have had, the life *you might have had, if *we'd never met. But *our choices lead *us to *our future, and I made a choice a long time ago, without even realizing it. I don't know if my choice will leave me to die a decrepit troglodyte, but what I do know is that my decision came from my heart and I'm not regretting it.
And as much as I try to deny anything every happened between *us (in hopes that denial would one day erase any trace of feelings I have), I could never pretend that *we didn't happen, that I didn't fall in love with the (to me) perfect guy who I'd gladly give up everything for. I couldn't act like I don't lie awake at night wondering what *you've done that day, like I don't ache for *you every moment *you're not with me. I could never convince myself that I don't love *you. I don't even remember when it happened, when I realized that I'll never be able to stop loving *you. But I do know that loving *you has become normal for me. I have no other normal to go back to. This is it!
; then everytime i turn around, and *you're nowhere to be found. i know i got a long, long way to go, before i can say goodbye to *you. oh, i got a long, long way i know, before i can say goodbye to all i ever knew. to *you, to *you
from memory, there is no hiding place. turn on the tv and i see *you there. in every crowd, there's always someone with *your face. everywhere, trying not to care.
-playing long, long way to go - def leppard