Close your eyes and imagine this;
Pictures of you and Frank scatter across the floor as you drop a cardboard box that you were moving from the top of a cabinet. Kneeling down to pick some up, you get caught in a stream of nostalgia and memories.
You two remember the times you shared, the things both of you did.
Constantly trying your hardest to hold back your tears, you start pleading for him to be there to look through the pictures and laugh at all the stupid times and all the bad things that don't even matter anymore.
Those pictures froze time and placed it pixel by pixel onto a piece of paper, forever trapped and unable to continue from there.
Ever since he left, you didn't know what to do anymore.
You don't know what to do next, you didn't know what kind of job to get, you didn't know who would be there to help you out.
He probably erased all those songs about you, tearing the paper and throwing it all away. Was it worth it? Being a friend and now all you have are just painful memories?
Maybe you learnt from your mistakes, maybe you didn't. It's hard to let go of the past and live on with life when they're still out there, probably thinking the same thing.
