I don't know why it's so important to me. I can't let it go. It's not like the sucker or a note. I want to let it go so bad. I've lit a match, stood over the dumpster, and held scissors in my hand. I should do it. I just don't want to. It's our last tie. The final string. The only reminder of how it was and could have been for a little longer. It'll be easy once I find out if you were the first of many or the first and last. Does anyone really let go of the past?
