Most of what I remember, makes me sure.

I'm miles from where you said you are. I don't know what to do anymore. I've stopped suppressing all feeling, and I'm scared. I wish you'd come over and tell me I'm your everything. I wish for a lot of things. Above all, I want to go home.

Home is that place in my mind where I think I'm the happiest. It's never true. Going back to Pembroke results in a lot of pain and drama, and then I can't wait to leave. Waterloo is the safe haven.

But it's not where you'll be.

The sky is getting darker, and the wind is cold. I don't know how to keep warm anymore. I've quit pretending I'm happy, and I miss you. I wish you'd call and tell me you miss me too. I wish for too many things. Above all, I want you here, now.

But it's not where you'll be.

I hope you're happy with her. Both of you, I hope you're happy. You broke my heart, without realizing what you did that day. I don't know how much longer I'll be in repair, and all the of the things I wish for, may just go.

Or maybe you'll hear my crying, from down the street, down the road; and come find me...

put me back together again. I'm flawed, but for a moment I felt beautiful.