Used to steal your parents’ liquor
And climb to the roof
Talk about our future
Like we had a clue
Never planned that one day
I’d be losing you
In another life
I would be your girl
We’d keep all our promises
It’d be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
I really honestly never thought you’d just leave, not like you did. I know at the time you left, I was otherwise involved but not to the extent that I am now. I’m remembering the disillusioned dreams I had of us further down the road. They never included you dying. I had grown to expect strength from you and in the end it caused you to succumb to the ultimate display of weakness. I’m sorry if you thought you were ready to die and I’m sorry that you couldn’t see the love that the world has for you. I don’t know if there is a god out there but if there is, I’m sure it was not the will of said god for you to end your life. Playing god is never advisable, Jt.
I wish you’d let it play out, settle itself. You were just about to get everything you’d ever wanted. I suppose you never expected the emotional storm caused by the winds of change.
This is the first time I’ve said any form of the word “death” concerning yours. I’m feeling angry with you. The song brought it out. I’m sorry. But I suppose I am accepting it as well. I can’t use the other appropriate phrases but I am accepting “death.” You died at your own hand. You are dead. Forever.
As long as you are gone, so will my grief go on.
Also, my love.
