Of which the sea would not take part.

I never do text post, but this bugs the hell out of me and I need a vent.

“She’s all laid up in her bed with a broken heart, while Im drinking Jack all alone in my local bar.” 

- The script For the first time.

Some songs hit you like a truck going 200 mph. They remind you of how it was, how it is and how it hopefully will not be.

I was full of regret when I heard this. Sitting in a bar at Bloor st, Toronto on my own after just dumping a girl that I,  in my heart, loved. It’s a memory that I will most likely not forget for quite som time.

I still miss what I lost that day. She still seems a perfect fit for me. Her mind and heart, however, changed forever. Leaving only memories behind. Those were the days I triumphed in that game they now call love, but all I could feel then was fear and a dark, cold night.