Lesson learned. 11/26/12

I feel like writing again, but I don't know where to start or how it began. Our memories blend together like snowflakes hitting the ground. Our love was not earth-shattering, but our days were often filled breaking and mending again. You never tasted as sweet after a binge of fighting and yelling at each other for the same thing. I never wanted you more then when you walked out of my house; I never held on as tight when you told me you were leaving because of everything I did. Yes, the perfect disaster we created fueled my every move and put me in moods of hatred for days on end. Our undying "love" left leaving impossible and staying a necessity, when leaving ended in broken pieces of every odd and end all smashed to the ground. Your unstable actions were unpredictable and feared, not only by me but everyone in between. A show we must have staged that was impossible to end. A love to devote, in which nothing would tear us apart, for two musicians in love is far too much emotion to be contained or managed without creating a show. We upstaged each other on various occasions, but one thing we created that blew away others, our finale - our relationship as a whole.