1855, 1901.

best friends forever, companions from sunrise to sunset - oh, how i believed.

i've now come to accept that nothing will ever work out for us - this friendship has long since sunk, and there's no use in trying to reinforce it.

happy endings were formed to appear in books and movies - not our lives, my darling, my dear.

i no longer believe in miracles, my days of innocence are dead, as dead as my dartmouth-green eyes, that have not recieved sleep in days.

sleep is not an option anymore.

i'll never forget you.